<?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-8282297779107417163</id><updated>2011-09-04T07:31:46.907-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Fact'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Academics'/><category term='Observations'/><category term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Cool Raindrops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-920888344250351334</id><published>2010-03-01T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:57:25.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi everyone...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming here after a long 2 months gap. Yes, I had a long winter break :). So, this should be a break from a break, right? So, I'm going to colourise this post with some photos taken today evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, today we had a fantastic Holi celebration in our college.. That too was soo.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;. We all enjoyed very much...our last Holi celebration in GEC, Thrissur :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yVVKWk84I/AAAAAAAACFs/mfWaCtIPirQ/s1600-h/Holi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yVVKWk84I/AAAAAAAACFs/mfWaCtIPirQ/s400/Holi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443890240372929410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after coming from college, I had an evening walk with my camera. These are some of the photos taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yiq15nKkI/AAAAAAAACHE/v1FojR4pQ9o/s1600-h/P3010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yiq15nKkI/AAAAAAAACHE/v1FojR4pQ9o/s400/P3010006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443904906491013698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Way to puzha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg8m97NlI/AAAAAAAACG0/cRUj7iceHsI/s1600-h/P3010035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg8m97NlI/AAAAAAAACG0/cRUj7iceHsI/s400/P3010035-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443903012696962642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarppagandhi flower&lt;br /&gt;See those small flowers. They look like the hood of snake. Aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg8CKdpDI/AAAAAAAACGs/oJNiG0ISFUQ/s1600-h/P3010050-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg8CKdpDI/AAAAAAAACGs/oJNiG0ISFUQ/s400/P3010050-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443903002817438770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful puzha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg7U8kArI/AAAAAAAACGk/Vh8rClqw9dA/s1600-h/P3010054-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yg7U8kArI/AAAAAAAACGk/Vh8rClqw9dA/s400/P3010054-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443902990679540402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4ygiIPHMqI/AAAAAAAACGU/1zjd0NF-95c/s1600-h/P3010060-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4ygiIPHMqI/AAAAAAAACGU/1zjd0NF-95c/s400/P3010060-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443902557770953378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yghyuT01I/AAAAAAAACGM/R3sKWmpyZHc/s1600-h/P3010067-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yghyuT01I/AAAAAAAACGM/R3sKWmpyZHc/s400/P3010067-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443902551996224338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot hot Sun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yghumXooI/AAAAAAAACGE/BbsWuao9XUY/s1600-h/P3010094-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yghumXooI/AAAAAAAACGE/BbsWuao9XUY/s400/P3010094-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443902550889177730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4ylvLb069I/AAAAAAAACHM/HK6GSJHt27U/s1600-h/P3010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4ylvLb069I/AAAAAAAACHM/HK6GSJHt27U/s400/P3010100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443908279526026194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just dry..dry..dry&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Nellayi. Isn't she beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon,&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&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/8282297779107417163-920888344250351334?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/920888344250351334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=920888344250351334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/920888344250351334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/920888344250351334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi everyone...:)'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/S4yVVKWk84I/AAAAAAAACFs/mfWaCtIPirQ/s72-c/Holi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7035528172101919035</id><published>2009-12-09T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:47:52.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you dear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes...I'll miss her for sure. She has been my dearest friend for last 2-3 years. Everyday she comes my home to play with me. She likes to sing songs for me and to dance with my songs. We have quarelled too for silly matters. I enjoyed to the fullest, the time I spent with her. Mischievous glint flashing in her eyes made me happy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling about our cute little angel Kavyakutti, my neighbour. I've told you about her &lt;a href="http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-little-girl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She came here to her grandparents when she was only two months old. And, now she is three. Tomorrow she is leaving....with her parents.... to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be leaving tomorrow early morning. And so, she had come here to say us 'tata bye bye'. Every night when she goes, she tells me 'tata bye bye..see you...good night' and finally a flying kiss too. Just like that, today also, she did the same. She told us that she's going to Dubai, though she doesn't know she's going away from us. Since I knew the fact, tears were rolling down from my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sx-2TNE2anI/AAAAAAAACD8/tFGx-wMj-HQ/s1600-h/PC090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sx-2TNE2anI/AAAAAAAACD8/tFGx-wMj-HQ/s320/PC090006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413245718166399602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sweet kisses and wishing her all the best in her life, I'm dedicating this post to our small litle angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Kavyakutti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Priyakutti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: She always calls me Priyakutti.&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/8282297779107417163-7035528172101919035?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7035528172101919035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7035528172101919035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7035528172101919035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7035528172101919035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-miss-you-dear.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you dear...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sx-2TNE2anI/AAAAAAAACD8/tFGx-wMj-HQ/s72-c/PC090006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-35194210802042849</id><published>2009-09-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:04:30.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've heard about gender specific colours -- Blue is the colour of boys and Pink is the colour of girl! But, How could it be true! Who told so? Who decided so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sr305zgbTrI/AAAAAAAACCk/5eqF-AXSSEE/s1600-h/color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sr305zgbTrI/AAAAAAAACCk/5eqF-AXSSEE/s400/color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385730003320917682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know...hmm..everyone believe so. May be correct too. Should be a general case. But, I can't agree with it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read in some articles that, till 1950s blue was the colour of girls and pink was the colour of boys. And after Nazi's use of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_triangle"&gt;Pink triangle&lt;/a&gt; in their concentration camps, reversal of colours happened. But, what all reasons hide behind this colour-swap? I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I made a research on this :). I asked many of my friends that which colour they liked the most. Surprisingly, 58.4% boys said blue is their favourite colour! But, only 7.7% girls voted for pink. And here is my report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue - 58.4%&lt;br /&gt;Green - 16.6%&lt;br /&gt;Red - 16.6%&lt;br /&gt;Orange - 8.33%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sr30GydqWUI/AAAAAAAACCc/Bv9iCZ5TpPg/s1600-h/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sr30GydqWUI/AAAAAAAACCc/Bv9iCZ5TpPg/s200/colors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385729126867556674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;(interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black - 46.1%&lt;br /&gt;Orange - 15.4%&lt;br /&gt;Red - 15.4%&lt;br /&gt;Pink - 7.70%&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - 7.70%&lt;br /&gt;Blue - 7.70%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it? ;) What do you feel now, after analysing this report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Today, Durgaashttami. Have to take my books to temple for official &lt;em&gt;Pooja&lt;/em&gt;. Most of my classmates are not keeping their books for pooja this time, since our S6 exams going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;Happy Navarathri to all of you....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-35194210802042849?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/35194210802042849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=35194210802042849' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/35194210802042849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/35194210802042849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/09/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sr305zgbTrI/AAAAAAAACCk/5eqF-AXSSEE/s72-c/color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-2798599151879218782</id><published>2009-08-31T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:20:23.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Onam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today Uthradam. Everyone in a festive mood..right? Anyway, I'm so happy now for many reasons. Soo many unexpected things happened these days. I've been at the peak of happiness for the last few days. Thanks to someone* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time too we had a blasting onam celebration at our college. We all had really a great time together. Made a big pookkalam in-front of our department. After that, we'd many interesting games like &lt;em&gt;sundarikku pottu kuthal, uriyadi&lt;/em&gt; etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy63qdAyJI/AAAAAAAACA8/7d3IJ6a6Y34/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy63qdAyJI/AAAAAAAACA8/7d3IJ6a6Y34/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377520625076370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the most important part of celebration - &lt;em&gt;Onasadhya&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;upperi, pappadam, pazham, payasam&lt;/em&gt; etc. Everyone got tired after sadhya, since we served to all our juniors and teachers :). Sadhya was really good. But I think, &lt;em&gt;Payasam&lt;/em&gt; was not up to the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy64euxm_I/AAAAAAAACBM/fTo5tm__i8E/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy64euxm_I/AAAAAAAACBM/fTo5tm__i8E/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377534658223090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy63yj6lCI/AAAAAAAACBE/97ZPJM-smqs/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy63yj6lCI/AAAAAAAACBE/97ZPJM-smqs/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377522801513506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy64wUffDI/AAAAAAAACBU/OvHHoTkJx48/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy64wUffDI/AAAAAAAACBU/OvHHoTkJx48/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377539379821618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy7IKvVDCI/AAAAAAAACBc/bxKYyIGxAl4/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy7IKvVDCI/AAAAAAAACBc/bxKYyIGxAl4/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376377804169743394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we made our final-year onam celebration grand and ever memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Nellayi also we(changathikoottam) are going to have a great Onam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pookkalam made at our home today morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy3Cf8Ga0I/AAAAAAAACAs/sjlkaRfDzLA/s1600-h/IMG_0218-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy3Cf8Ga0I/AAAAAAAACAs/sjlkaRfDzLA/s400/IMG_0218-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373308734729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This post dedicated to that someone* special ;)&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/8282297779107417163-2798599151879218782?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/2798599151879218782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=2798599151879218782' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2798599151879218782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2798599151879218782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-onam.html' title='Happy Onam'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Spy63qdAyJI/AAAAAAAACA8/7d3IJ6a6Y34/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4144438843604232563</id><published>2009-08-17T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:21:21.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Resurrection from dormancy ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been here in blog world for the past two months. Had no reason for not writing...had no reason for writing too. Didn't feel like writing, that's all. And today I feel like scribblng here something and I do've a reason for that (can't  call it as a reason, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you about &lt;a href="http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-little-girl.html"&gt;Kavyakutti&lt;/a&gt; (no clue how many of you remember her), whose parents reside in Dubai. They've come down here for their vacation. Yesterday they had come here. A nice chap her father is!(brought some sweets for us ;)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between our talk, he mentioned about my blog too. A couple of weeks back, he came across my blog and read some of its entries and got impressed(strange? :) ). BTW, this post comes as a result of the inspiration, I got from him. And so, I'm dedicating this post to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snaps, I took from Marine drive, Ernakulam, last week when I had a hang-out with my parents ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvtgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/7a7_xFQdWgw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvtgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/7a7_xFQdWgw/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138211098610066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvRZ7QLI/AAAAAAAAB_0/svxqs8cmHdo/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvRZ7QLI/AAAAAAAAB_0/svxqs8cmHdo/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138203555938482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvC_Hf5I/AAAAAAAAB_s/f2wDP15dfDY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvC_Hf5I/AAAAAAAAB_s/f2wDP15dfDY/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138199685398418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SooduqMmc-I/AAAAAAAAB_k/Tm2_qHFT6CQ/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SooduqMmc-I/AAAAAAAAB_k/Tm2_qHFT6CQ/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138193031066594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SooduUAuVeI/AAAAAAAAB_c/40lgUkqhnU0/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SooduUAuVeI/AAAAAAAAB_c/40lgUkqhnU0/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138187075671522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Chingam-1. Wishing in advance all of you, a very very Happy Onam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&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/8282297779107417163-4144438843604232563?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4144438843604232563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4144438843604232563' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4144438843604232563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4144438843604232563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/08/resurrection-from-dormancy.html' title='Resurrection from dormancy ;)'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SoodvtgPSZI/AAAAAAAAB_8/7a7_xFQdWgw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1501173282922223385</id><published>2009-06-12T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:30:17.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Amma's garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Having my S5 lab exams on coming monday and wednesday. And so, busy with the preparations(;)). But, I felt like posting a blog entry today. Actually, I've become so lazy to sit, think and to type it down here. So, because of these two reasons, I’m putting here a few snaps, taken from Amma’s garden.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJEiO_u38I/AAAAAAAAB2E/oWTY4XIJZ-g/s1600-h/P6010009%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P6010009" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="471" alt="P6010009" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJEjLKrnEI/AAAAAAAAB2M/wfxdbQ9ESNM/P6010009_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJElNa7wAI/AAAAAAAAB2U/wW7XYA6lgkI/s1600-h/P6120002%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P6120002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="349" alt="P6120002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJEni01ldI/AAAAAAAAB2c/-NDb2i0zkmw/P6120002_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJE5Hirn9I/AAAAAAAAB2k/fGtX5smkwsQ/s1600-h/P5230099%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P5230099" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="471" alt="P5230099" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJE9-mLqEI/AAAAAAAAB2s/gzvCraDCJvg/P5230099_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFAPMSg5I/AAAAAAAAB1M/9dJTOLQfpxc/s1600-h/P5230083%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P5230083" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="339" alt="P5230083" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFB_fpHoI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/GTd3tE82KTw/P5230083_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFCqOSs-I/AAAAAAAAB20/nnJG_fCSIiQ/s1600-h/P6120048%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P6120048" style="border-top-width: 0px; 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margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="349" alt="P4200082" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFYXXDP0I/AAAAAAAAB1w/IDY8j8ngjYA/P4200082_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFaeetYvI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/8NGcrcKlZyo/s1600-h/P5230004%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P5230004" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="471" alt="P5230004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFfWMqDwI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/CA22ElnaPEI/P5230004_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFhVuy3nI/AAAAAAAAB18/u2RBALBSQnI/s1600-h/P5230074%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P5230074" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="349" alt="P5230074" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJFiI6QC2I/AAAAAAAAB2A/H2Wlv9xsmgs/P5230074_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope you all liked these flowers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hailstone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1501173282922223385?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1501173282922223385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1501173282922223385' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1501173282922223385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1501173282922223385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-ammas-garden_569.html' title='From Amma&apos;s garden...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SjJEjLKrnEI/AAAAAAAAB2M/wfxdbQ9ESNM/s72-c/P6010009_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7249051866566614647</id><published>2009-05-27T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:00:39.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reign Of Reality Shows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Yes, the trend has changed. Reality shows have conquered all the TV channels. Is this scenario a new face of change? New face of trend? And how long  will this trend last?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years back, Madhu Mohan was the trend setter, who revolutionised Malayalm television programmes with his non-stop-entertainer-mega serials. Hmm..hh..giga serials. Actually, he was an all rounder in his serials with &lt;em&gt;'kadha, thirakhadha, sambhashanam, samvidhanam and abhinayam'&lt;/em&gt;. How gifted a person he is! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the golden age of reality shows. Even though it hasn't marked the fall of &lt;em&gt;'kanneer serials'&lt;/em&gt;, there came a sharing of dominancy. Mega serials are now advancing with a variety of devotional mega serials - &lt;em&gt;Sree Guruvayoorappan, Alphonsamma &lt;/em&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think reality shows are a bit more advanced in the case of varities they are having! Shows in dance, music(with and without performance), cookery, etc..and lots and lots of varieties(actually, I dont remember other &lt;em&gt;varieties&lt;/em&gt;). I'm not a regular viewer of these TV programmes, but have seen its ads many a time...even that is enough and more for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why all these parents and children giving this much importance to these nonsense(personal opinion). I pity for those who are spoiling their precious time, money, and education running behind these shows(again per. opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, it's a stage for many gifted ones to show their talents before us. But actually,hmm... I dont know what to say...it has crossed the limits. I'm bored of these TV reality shows. I hate watching them.. I'm sure, atleast a few of you will be having the same view as of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, now the most common words among us(generally) are  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sangathi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;chemistry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;elimination round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In/Out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;energy,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  etc. Is it not true? Even KG students are familiar with all these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of tear gushing from viewers', participants', judges', anchors' eyes(elimination round-danger zone scenes with deep-sad music and black&amp;white background)) is the worst thing. It's really pathetic. It seems to me that, emotional scenes are more in reality shows than in &lt;em&gt;'kanneer serials'&lt;/em&gt;. And, in many channels, presentation by some anchors are terrible and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...other TV programmes(malayalam channels) are also not  exception. I've a lot more to tell you, regarding these TV programmes.(...a kind of frustration...?) But, this is enough, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sh0l7OTPszI/AAAAAAAABrk/iry_Bbv9Rck/s1600-h/images%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sh0l7OTPszI/AAAAAAAABrk/iry_Bbv9Rck/s200/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340466432512602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic: Did you know that it is impossible to sneeze keeping your eyes open? Try it! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Current song: Jaiho from Slumdog Millionaire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-7249051866566614647?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7249051866566614647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7249051866566614647' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7249051866566614647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7249051866566614647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/05/reign-of-reality-shows.html' title='Reign Of Reality Shows.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sh0l7OTPszI/AAAAAAAABrk/iry_Bbv9Rck/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3584908301563109992</id><published>2009-04-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:54:51.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>She's really beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SecNSKQNd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/R1Js93fHX5o/s1600-h/P4120287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SecNSKQNd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/R1Js93fHX5o/s320/P4120287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325239690030053218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's looking really gorgeous. Is it not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh...don't get confused. I was talking about that green tea-plantations in the background. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had a trip to Munnar with Amma and Achan. Trip was really good. We were there for 2 nights and 3 days. Enjoyed a lot. Trip was simply superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I don't like reading blogs explaining someone's trip to somewhere. I usually get bored reading such literary travelogues. So, I think it's better not to tax you, making you read the whole story "Trip to Munnar". Shall put some snaps taken from there. Let them speak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWv9LLjI/AAAAAAAABKU/VcnUNcuvyfc/s1600-h/P4120218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWv9LLjI/AAAAAAAABKU/VcnUNcuvyfc/s320/P4120218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202385474891314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way to Rajamala Hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWlPHfKI/AAAAAAAABKM/eNkLA8ZtJ4M/s1600-h/P4120188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWlPHfKI/AAAAAAAABKM/eNkLA8ZtJ4M/s320/P4120188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202382597356706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boating in Old-Munnar Hydal Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWV0HZHI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ytTAsn7Iwtw/s1600-h/P4110059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWV0HZHI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ytTAsn7Iwtw/s320/P4110059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202378457572466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuzzy! Foggy! Hazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsgKX4a3I/AAAAAAAABLE/nwg5kNT8Djc/s1600-h/P4120365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsgKX4a3I/AAAAAAAABLE/nwg5kNT8Djc/s320/P4120365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203646696680306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Munnar Church on Easter night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsfyNXBJI/AAAAAAAABK0/UbdtCPPb63w/s1600-h/P4120302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsfyNXBJI/AAAAAAAABK0/UbdtCPPb63w/s320/P4120302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203640210097298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from the Top-Station. see the Mountain foldings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebsf-UIZLI/AAAAAAAABKs/vOcXxqp95MQ/s1600-h/P4120267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebsf-UIZLI/AAAAAAAABKs/vOcXxqp95MQ/s320/P4120267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203643459724466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green meadows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebsfg7LR_I/AAAAAAAABKk/4Mey_NR3fSc/s1600-h/P4120236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebsfg7LR_I/AAAAAAAABKk/4Mey_NR3fSc/s320/P4120236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203635570427890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Ride on 'Lakshmi'..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most wonderful experience I had during our trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsgM4cT7I/AAAAAAAABK8/bSvb4DkoR1Q/s1600-h/P4120348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebsgM4cT7I/AAAAAAAABK8/bSvb4DkoR1Q/s320/P4120348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203647370121138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garden fresh yummy-yummy Carrots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWym9OgI/AAAAAAAABKc/BpmDjgs0oVM/s1600-h/P4120222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebrWym9OgI/AAAAAAAABKc/BpmDjgs0oVM/s320/P4120222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325202386187008514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from Mattupetti dam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebtrwJy_NI/AAAAAAAABLU/q3333oPOClg/s1600-h/Munnar+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SebtrwJy_NI/AAAAAAAABLU/q3333oPOClg/s320/Munnar+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204945328340178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Photo Collage..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of varities of flowers from the Old-Munnar Hydal park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo..  nice the place is...so beautiful! I love that place. The greenery there, tea plantations, romantic climate [:)], foggy-misty mountains kissing the sky and everything and everything made our trip memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebs2_7hLXI/AAAAAAAABLM/yja0hL89fsY/s1600-h/P4120352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Sebs2_7hLXI/AAAAAAAABLM/yja0hL89fsY/s320/P4120352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204039030353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye bye Munnar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3584908301563109992?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3584908301563109992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3584908301563109992' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3584908301563109992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3584908301563109992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-rly-beautiful.html' title='She&apos;s really beautiful!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SecNSKQNd2I/AAAAAAAABLc/R1Js93fHX5o/s72-c/P4120287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-2265191633212522378</id><published>2009-03-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:26:13.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai, hello..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hai, hello..so, here comes my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*half-century-milestone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scribbling here a genuine/vague/ambiguous/insane doubt(?)/thought crossed my mind while I was preparing for my University exam in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Operating-system(OS)&lt;/span&gt; paper(topics - time/resource sharing, time division etc.), last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will love ever get divided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, hmmm...now you'll  be laughing, atleast smiling. Isn't it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-called *facts*:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness  doubles with sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow reduces with sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about love?? Ok. I agree, it's a different breed of cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, happiness complements sadness...right? If we are happy, it  implies that we are not gloomy. It is a direct implication. Their joint effort neutralizes our life, which is a journey with a lots of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/ScRf0-ov6wI/AAAAAAAABAc/oh8d5Lkgbco/s1600-h/love-hate%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/ScRf0-ov6wI/AAAAAAAABAc/oh8d5Lkgbco/s200/love-hate%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315478823975774978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is hatred complement of love? When we love someone, does it mean that we hate someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6633ff;" &gt;Or when we love someone more, does it mean our love for someone else has lessened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doubt is that, will the individual-share reduce with the increase in number of clients? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, our heart should be having a never-ending back-up storage for love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's enough for today. No point in pondering on this...that's your choice. Anyway, I'm leaving. You may or may not leave. You go on having brain(if any) work on this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, as a token of love and gratitude for bearing me upto this 50th post, I offer you all this bunch of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/ScTODfCu9HI/AAAAAAAABBU/C33bAZcYk3Q/s1600-h/3076309-md%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/ScTODfCu9HI/AAAAAAAABBU/C33bAZcYk3Q/s320/3076309-md%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315600019471922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-2265191633212522378?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/2265191633212522378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=2265191633212522378' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2265191633212522378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2265191633212522378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-hello.html' title='Hai, hello..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/ScRf0-ov6wI/AAAAAAAABAc/oh8d5Lkgbco/s72-c/love-hate%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-5210205914245577857</id><published>2009-02-25T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:18:28.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our unexpected guest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know how many of you've heard about the film director Ambili(present kerala state film development corporation chairman)- Director of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ashtapadi, Veenapoovu, Ganamela&lt;/span&gt; etc. Since he is more inclined to art films, he is not as popular as other commercial film directors. I've seen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ashtapadhi&lt;/span&gt; - really a beautiful film. Its main attraction is(for me), the fim was shot here in Nellayi, mainly centered at our temple and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puzhakadavu&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a marriage recception, I had  a chance to meet him. I haven't met him earlier, but have heard about him. By the way, Achan knows him in person. He wanted to see his old film's locations - temple, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aalthara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puzhakadavu&lt;/span&gt; and so came here with us. His family too was there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3adgl1PQI/AAAAAAAAAso/Nq7VkrLuCIc/s1600-h/P2060126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3adgl1PQI/AAAAAAAAAso/Nq7VkrLuCIc/s320/P2060126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300132536984616194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really an impressive, admirable personality...a down-to-earth  person. He was so happy to visit the place again and to spend a lot time in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;puzhakadavu&lt;/span&gt;. He was telling us the experiences(both bitter and sweet), he had during his film-making. He was visibly happy. His wife-sheela is  a nice lady who has parallel interests in his field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, he visited our home too and was here for an hour. Forgot to tell  you that he's a good artist too! Made a few drawings for us, considering amma's request, that too in no time. An artist in action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SaUBByMU7DI/AAAAAAAAA3g/jq9K2pElh7g/s1600-h/P2060141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SaUBByMU7DI/AAAAAAAAA3g/jq9K2pElh7g/s320/P2060141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306648866090970162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His drawing...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3YJzv2U1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/PXd6F40c-0c/s1600-h/P2060152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3YJzv2U1I/AAAAAAAAAsY/PXd6F40c-0c/s320/P2060152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300129999506264914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more photo... His modified-Fiat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3Yu9NokpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5J2rQ624LWs/s1600-h/P2060147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3Yu9NokpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/5J2rQ624LWs/s320/P2060147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300130637702271634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Last photo dedicated to Bristow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-5210205914245577857?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/5210205914245577857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=5210205914245577857' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5210205914245577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5210205914245577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-unexpected-guest.html' title='Our unexpected guest!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3adgl1PQI/AAAAAAAAAso/Nq7VkrLuCIc/s72-c/P2060126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-455983749745452967</id><published>2009-02-07T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:27:40.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My new camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know, I have been having camera for the past 3 years. Even though I am not soo.. good at  photography, I love taking photos and I am the official photographer of Nellayi :). But for the past few months, my (old) camera has been showing some problems regularly (primary reason - my carelessness during our &lt;a href="http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-in-water-and-up-in-sky.html"&gt;3rd semester trip&lt;/a&gt;). Really fed up with its daily repair. And at last, I was told that it's not so easy to get it repaired..desperate! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked amma  for a new camera. I haven't even mentioned about that. But understanding my feelings, she offered me one last week...so loving! After  having expert opinion from chettan, we purchased our new camera (&lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/specs/Olympus/oly_fe370.asp"&gt;Olympus FE-370&lt;/a&gt;) on last wednesday. A good camera, with 100% satisfactory performance(atleast for me). I am  so  happy to receive this unexpected gift from my loving amma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the information of amma and chettan -  I will be more careful with handling this new camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3VUbcVgZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZPt81JPMYK4/s1600-h/P2070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3VUbcVgZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZPt81JPMYK4/s320/P2070015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300126883425649042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A photo taken today morning... &lt;a href="http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-little-girl.html"&gt;Kavyakutti&lt;/a&gt; in action :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few more photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5Q25KKn_I/AAAAAAAAAto/EI9YQMd7vcM/s1600-h/P2060130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5Q25KKn_I/AAAAAAAAAto/EI9YQMd7vcM/s320/P2060130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300262715448270834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5Q2_SEFhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8b-pcByAQAE/s1600-h/P2060122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5Q2_SEFhI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8b-pcByAQAE/s320/P2060122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300262717092009490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kurumali puzha &lt;/em&gt;approaching Nellayi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsoWJBKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XWEXT-P1TCE/s1600-h/P2040078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsoWJBKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XWEXT-P1TCE/s320/P2040078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300264738159658146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pink is the colour of girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsUAhMtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ebJdh8ihCK4/s1600-h/P2040066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsUAhMtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ebJdh8ihCK4/s320/P2040066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300264732700259026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess which flower is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsT1tJUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-KX2Kl-8WGQ/s1600-h/P2040055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5SsT1tJUI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-KX2Kl-8WGQ/s320/P2040055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300264732654904642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our old &lt;em&gt;Kanakaambara poovu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5TKFKBIII/AAAAAAAAAuw/8w39Ohj38j0/s1600-h/P2070008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5TKFKBIII/AAAAAAAAAuw/8w39Ohj38j0/s320/P2070008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300265244109643906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niramaala&lt;/em&gt; in our temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5TKH6ZwGI/AAAAAAAAAuo/jNwup6mRHsg/s1600-h/P2070003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY5TKH6ZwGI/AAAAAAAAAuo/jNwup6mRHsg/s320/P2070003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300265244849455202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the hand coming up :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you amma, for your gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Post dedicated to amma.&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/8282297779107417163-455983749745452967?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/455983749745452967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=455983749745452967' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/455983749745452967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/455983749745452967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-camera.html' title='My new camera'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SY3VUbcVgZI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZPt81JPMYK4/s72-c/P2070015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1573033109605635924</id><published>2008-12-30T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:55:45.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Trip to Athirappilly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, this year  too we(Changaathikoottam) decided to celebrate New year/Christmas. And at the end of our discussion(Executive committee meeting :)), we planned a '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kutti&lt;/span&gt;' trip, considering the suggestions of many parents here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrDSgUigKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tzbWUAp6gF4/s1600-h/DSCN1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrDSgUigKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tzbWUAp6gF4/s200/DSCN1639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285751835353841826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date was fixed -- 28/12/08, that was last sunday. From morning itself, we started our work, since we'd a plan to take 'home-made' food with us. Our chief cook was Keerthi's father. We all were  his assistants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started from here by around 12.30. We were around 50 in number(in a 35 seated bus!), including parents and children. Our first destination was Thumburmuzhi. Saw the garden, park and dam there. We couldn't afford to spend more than 30 minutes there and then we set out for our next terminal - Vazhachal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrEJDECzcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Pd_fWdu4zV4/s1600-h/DSCN1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrEJDECzcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Pd_fWdu4zV4/s200/DSCN1703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285752772392832450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had really a good time there. The scene of  streams flowing down in between the rocks looked so beautiful. At Vazhachal, we'd our food, tea and all. Played a  lot in the water. We'd asked  parents to take enough care of their children. But, atlast, we had to control parents too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, halted in Athirappilly. There was not-a-bad crowd in Athirappilly. Greenery there looked much more beautiful in the dazzling reddish golden rays of setting sun.. Waterfalls were glimmering in the sunshine. While having all our happiness and thrill at the peak, had our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'valedictory ceremony'&lt;/span&gt;, ie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cutting cake&lt;/span&gt;, in prior to New year eve! Had chocolates and sweets. After having some preplanned-funs, games and lucky dip, we said  good-byes to Athirappilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrHIiikHzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o17ahcmndgM/s1600-h/DSCN1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrHIiikHzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o17ahcmndgM/s200/DSCN1789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285756062197358386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Executive committee members :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached back home by around 8.00 in the night. Trip was simply superb. We all had really a  great time together.. Got appreciation from all for organizing such a nice  small trip and were asked to think about our next tour, that too a long one!! Everyone enjoyed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrHtCTsJGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XjNbhQl5YXw/s1600-h/DSCN1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrHtCTsJGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XjNbhQl5YXw/s200/DSCN1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285756689200194658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a sweet colourful &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Offerig you a piece of cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&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/8282297779107417163-1573033109605635924?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1573033109605635924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1573033109605635924' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1573033109605635924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1573033109605635924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-athirappilly.html' title='Trip to Athirappilly...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SVrDSgUigKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tzbWUAp6gF4/s72-c/DSCN1639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3220281095089649319</id><published>2008-12-25T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:59:26.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativity? Totally confused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should say "Albert Einstein was really a Genius"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I planned  to put up something with a title &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Time is relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, related with some of my thoughts, and not science :) But, you know, I just had a Google search on this topic, just for a horror. And came to know that a great discussion on &lt;em&gt;'Relative time Vs. Absolute time' &lt;/em&gt;is going on all over the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a glance over many sites and tutorials..and now I'm having effusive confusions! Is time relative? Or  absolute? Hmm... Actually, what is Einsteins theorem of relativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in this topic, have a look on these 2 sites.. Interesting  and simple - &lt;a href="http://www.fearofphysics.com/Relativity/relativity.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fearofphysics.com/Relativity/house.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger coming along in red letters...go further IFF you are interested. Having a &lt;em&gt;copy-paste&lt;/em&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The line of reasoning that ends with "time is relative", starts with the postulate that the speed of light is the same for all observers. This postulate was itself based on the failure of certain experiments that were supposed to measure differences in the speed of light between observers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behavior of light is different from that of a baseball thrown by someone on a moving train. The speed of the ball depends upon the situation of the observer. Someone on the train would give one speed for the ball, while someone on the ground watching the train go by would give a different speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed is the ratio of space to time. If space and time are absolute, then the speed of light must be relative, depending upon the speed of the observer. The speed of light is absolute and does not depend upon the speed of the observer, therefore, either space or time must be relative. A more detailed algebraic calculation will show that both must be relative."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more interesting information - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relativity_of_simultaneity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Relativity of simultaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... Let's come back to *my* version of  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Relativity of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Dont mix this with Science, no relation at all. Anyway, not planning to drag the post. Shall try to put in writing only the nut-shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecoolsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chettan&lt;/a&gt; used to tell us, almost in all contexts,  that everything is relative. Hmmm...so true! Happiness is relative, sadness too. Right-and-wrong also depends. Ya, anything and everything is relative, changes from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time too.. It depends on the situations and our state of mind a lot. Right? If we are in need of time, time just flies off. And the same is the case when we are in a  joyful mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we are in an emotionally-stressed condition, situation is just opposite. Hours and days are felt as never-ending. And if we are waiting for something, situation is worst. Days crawl like a snail. Then it is  felt that, someone is pulling back time.. Each second seems to have a *life-time*  life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you all know these facts. I just wanted to let you all know that I too approve this. And so, lets conclude &lt;em&gt;ralativity holds&lt;/em&gt;, rather I conclude &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Time is relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, in both versions(Einsteinian and mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a fantabulous Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a very happy new year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: Moral of the story - Albert Einstein was a smart fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3220281095089649319?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3220281095089649319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3220281095089649319' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3220281095089649319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3220281095089649319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/12/relativitytotally-confused.html' title='Relativity? Totally confused!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4482361794310868012</id><published>2008-12-08T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:17:39.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>It was great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week  I got  an invitation card(entry pass)  to  attend  the  &lt;em&gt;Family feast cum Alumni meet&lt;/em&gt; in my old school, where I  studied  till my 10th class. Was  waiting  for the  day to come. And  yesterday from morning itself, I was so  thrilled..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But  you know,  in the evening  before  starting from home, I forgot to take the entry pass :( I was on the way, in bus, by the time  this  thing came to my mind.. What to do? Nothing!Anyway, I called  amma and told the matter… She  told  “It’s your school..what’s the need to worry”.. Ya, It’s   my school..lets  see…I  thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A  small girl, standing  beside me, smiled at me and  asked - “we’ve an extra pass. Chechi, let me give that to you?” With pleasure  I accepted the offer, but  who’s  she?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I: Ok..Thank you! But, you..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl: Chechi, I  remember you…our school leader..(nice girl ;) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the surprising thing is now she’s in 6th standard. And  when I was in 10th, she was onlyin 1st standard. And  she  remembers me.. Good memory power!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  was  so punctual that  I reached  there  at sharp 5.00 PM. A lot of  new teachers…totally strange  faces. But all the  students  greeted me - ‘hi  Priya chechi’. Current PTA  President came to me and had a welcome note. Had  a  warm welcome  for all of us. The  air  was  filled with  a  feel of  nostalgia…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Almost  all in our batch  had come. Met my teachers  too…had  a long chat with them. Our  whole gang was there – Sunitha, Somia, Rintu, Rosemol, Deepa, Saneesh, Vijith, Shyam …etc No much changes for anyone..I mean no behavioral changes. In looks….hmm…everyone  has changed. All these girls  looked  so beautiful. And boys..some of  them became a bit stylish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Crowd was really big, more than what we all expected, might be  because of the ‘announced magic show’. We  were  really fed up with the boring speeches. And so,  took our  seats in the extreme back and  were not patient enough. We made  a hell of noise.. With  a  furious look, current Head Mistress came roaring - “Children, keep a minimum standard. This is a school(=&amp;gt; this is not a market). Don’t disturb others.” (-in that ‘kanyasthree’ style of  scolding-) She  was right..and so we cleared the place with no delay. Sat in  the garden/kids park for a long time having chit chats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In between, we had food, walked along  the  corridors in school, sat in our old class rooms, went to chapel, prayed before the grotto…..had  a dive in to the evergreen long lasting  nostalgic memories  of our school days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way,  Prof. P.C.Thomas  was  one among  the  guests. I’d  a wish to talk with him. I  asked all my friends to come with me. But they  weren’t interested. Their response was – &lt;em&gt;‘Are you mad? He doesn’t know us’.&lt;/em&gt;  Ya…It’s  true. But, I know him, so what’s wrong in greeting him. I wasn’t  ready to give up. Straight away I went to him and  talked. He patted me on back and blessed. Really  a  respectable person!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Achan came to pick me up, so that he got a chance to meet his teacher, Prof. P.C.Thomas. Achan was his  student in St.Thomas college. Actually, sir was  about to leave. You know, as  achan went near him, he  hugged achan  telling others ‘he  was my pet student’(achan aalu kollamallo!). I’m proud of my achan :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had really a good time with  all of them – with &lt;em&gt;kutti kutti&lt;/em&gt; fights, photo session, gossips etc.. Teachers  too were so happy to see all of us together. The function was really nice…well arranged. Reached home by 10.30 in the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One more thing.. Boys  were  asking  us about  our  marriage.. Phew, it’s  too  early to  ask  such  a  question!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current song: Ormmakkai iniyoru snehageetham…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off,  &lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS 1: We all  Nellayiyans  planning to  attack  BSNL office  soon(related with *PS* in the  last post).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS2: Sorry for  the loong post. Never mind, since this is  an  entry  coming  after a long interval.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-4482361794310868012?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4482361794310868012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4482361794310868012' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4482361794310868012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4482361794310868012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-great.html' title='It was great...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-215865739645733146</id><published>2008-11-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:53:51.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academics'/><title type='text'>Yet another resolution!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most  of  us  have  a  habit  of  taking &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful-incredible-impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  resolutions  every new year day. But,  I've  one more  occasion  for  having  *such* resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,  after each  final exam(public/university), I  take a  resolution. I've been doing this for years from my school days itself. And  what is  the resolution -- &lt;em&gt;"from today onwards I'll study  my  portions daily"&lt;/em&gt;(school level) and &lt;em&gt;"I'll have a  glance  at my books  atleast once before my  next exam comes"&lt;/em&gt;(college level - a bit more  advanced!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  time  too  I've  taken this  aged resolution :) It has become  a  part  of my  exams. And for  your kind information,  my last new year resolution was  that I would  never take another  resolution :) How is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the  way,  all my exams(except  environmental studies)  were  sort of  &lt;em&gt;'hard nuts to  crack'&lt;/em&gt; :( One more  paper  remaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Most  of the time, telephone is dead and net connection is  down here  in  this locality because of  road expansion. That's  why I  took  a 1 month  leave from blogger. Everytime when I plan to put up something here, BSNL acts  a  villain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-215865739645733146?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/215865739645733146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=215865739645733146' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/215865739645733146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/215865739645733146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-another-resolution.html' title='Yet another resolution!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6404406580465736645</id><published>2008-10-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:54:51.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Suvidha - latest trend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BSNL Kerala  has launched Student Suvidha, a special mobile pre-paid package for students during Onam.The Scheme offers low cost tariff for local calls and 2,000 free SMS facility to any netwrok within Kerala per month and only 10 paise will be charged per SMS beyond the limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  a  fact that  Suvidha  has  created  a  wave  among  the students..that  too  a  strong wave. Demand  for  Suvidha sim is  sky rocketing  each day. Many  students  are  hurrying for this,  since the  stock is  limited(they say). Soo..many friends of  mine have  changed to  Suvidha plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, BSNL-Cellone  has  been considered  as  inferior  to other  mobile connection providers. Many of us rated Cellone plans as  worthless   and  fruitless. It  seemed like a  sort of indifference towards BSNL by  all.. It's  true that  many of  the tariffs  are not so  beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  BSNL  has  come back with all its  power and colour. I'm sure all other providers will come  along  with  many more offers like this!!! So, BSNL-Cellone proved to be  the  trend setter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  wondering  what's  the  need  of this 2000  free  messages!!! Actually, now  it's  a  flow of  &lt;strong&gt;forwarded messages&lt;/strong&gt;. To be frank, I  dont read all  such messages. Message  inbox  is  always  full. Some  of my  friends  also  feel like  this. So, the other  side  of  the  coin is...there  are  so many  victims  also  for  this  scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;NAVARATRI  WISHES  TO  ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-6404406580465736645?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6404406580465736645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6404406580465736645' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6404406580465736645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6404406580465736645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/10/atrip-to-snehatheeram.html' title='Student Suvidha - latest trend!!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-987193444615157956</id><published>2008-09-30T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:55:20.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>It's  distressing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She  felt loneliness in the  crowd. Gloominess and  helplessness  clouded in her eyes. Her tears  didn't  wet her cheeks, but have  frozen her  heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  days remained  dark... Paleness  tinted  her distant dreams. She  never wanted to hurt her dear ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language without  words  called  out  her  pain. She didn't  know what to do next..everything seemed  vague!!! She  was  frightened  by the  silence around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something  was  pricking  her  soo.. deeply  and  piercingly. She  even doubted,  "is  life  showing its  cruel face to her!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SOIqW6l-a9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/yTgbgNjrY0M/s1600-h/2045424-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SOIqW6l-a9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/yTgbgNjrY0M/s400/2045424-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251806688641444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I love walking in the rain because then no one knows I'm crying"&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice  quote... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1: Read that  quote in an SMS, I got  yesterday  and I  loved it.&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Do  look the label given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-987193444615157956?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/987193444615157956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=987193444615157956' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/987193444615157956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/987193444615157956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-distressing.html' title='It&apos;s  distressing..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SOIqW6l-a9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/yTgbgNjrY0M/s72-c/2045424-sm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-5743068507044541728</id><published>2008-09-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:53:07.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Golden memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memories  pouring down it's colourful flowers  laiden with the fragrance of  nostalgia..... Good old times they were!! Today, on the way back to home,  a group of school students  in the bus and their murmering noise  woke up the  nostalgic sentiments in me.. My school days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd  my schooling in a  near by convent school -- St.Joseph E.M.H.S, Anandapuram  till  my 10th class. And had my higher secondary education in St.Antonys HSS, Pudukad(largest HSS in Kerala). All the way to home, I was thinking  of my school days. I wish, I were  a small kid  going to school, wearing uniform, with shoes, water bottle, school bag.. by school bus. I miss  even my '&lt;em&gt;Panchara kuda&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SNMFD9LzlII/AAAAAAAAAQA/vqbQIIXA4yg/s1600-h/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SNMFD9LzlII/AAAAAAAAAQA/vqbQIIXA4yg/s200/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247543556338586754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not  able  to recollect anything from  my  KG classes :). And regarding lower primary classes too, have only a  blurred memory. It was in my 3rd standard  Achan got  transferred to Malappuram and Amma to Coimbatore. And so, from my 3rd to  8th class, I with my  chettan were  with our  grandmother in achan's ancestral home. He  was my  achan, amma  and  everything  during those days. It  was he who did all  the  duties of  amma, in her absence  even making me  ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UP  classes, I  was so  naughty(like  all others). And once  I  had  a  fight with a  boy at  school and I won in that fight. After that incident, we were like born-enemies. I  remember - once he wrote in my book -- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I  will kill you.&lt;/span&gt; :) And  the  interesting  thing is  I  was  so  afraid  of him  after  that and had many  nightmares, that he  killing me :) Like wise  a lot of interesting  and exciting memories.. Those  were  the  days  of  innocence, with no secrets, confusions and humiliations. Wasn't  a  hardworker or a book worm. But, somehow  managed to score  marks that were 'not that bad' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the  &lt;em&gt;'3 rocking years'&lt;/em&gt; of high-school period. Can  say it as the  best period in my academic life. By that time, my parents too got transferred to Thrissur. So happy I was.. both  at home and at school. My school and my batch were simply superb!! So friendly  we were with our teachers.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to participate in almost all items in youthfestival. But  haven't ever  tested my talent in sports :) They were the days full of  enjoyment, thrill and happiness. Our  batch was really  an excellent one...active in all  fields. Good competetion was there in my class in the case of studies too. And in my 10th  standard, I was elected as the school-leader  and best out-going student of  that year :)(close your mouth.. how's  it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  so  closely attached with that school ...that is  the  relation of  12  years!! I  consider  it  as 'the best' school. I miss  all  kinds of  naughtiness  we've  done there, the  fights  we'd, journey in  our school-bus, our  group prayer in Chapel, our teachers, friends,..... everything  and  everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 10th, joined in St.Antony's, Pudukad  for 11th/12th standard. Nothing special  to write about  those  2  years....so  boring they were :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dedicating  this  post to  my friends who  studied with me  till my  10th class. Cant  express how much I love my school  and the  affection we  all have for our  our  school. I wish, I could  study there once again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, I know..Past is  past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't  rewind  time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life   is  the moment  we're  living  right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so, once  again  bye  for  all  those  good old times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current song: Oru vattam koodi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Was it a lil lengthy one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-5743068507044541728?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/5743068507044541728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=5743068507044541728' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5743068507044541728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5743068507044541728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/09/golden-memories.html' title='Golden memories...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SNMFD9LzlII/AAAAAAAAAQA/vqbQIIXA4yg/s72-c/IMG_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7634022033052244665</id><published>2008-08-30T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:17:54.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'>Interesting  and  *informative* :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've  to  travel  in bus around 23 kms  to  reach my  college  in the morning  and  the  same  distance  back  home in the  evening. It's  really  interesting to  watch what  others do in the  bus  and to overhear  their  conversations. And thus,  have  seen  and met  a  lot of  interesting  characters   in   bus. A few  are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lets  start from  bus-conductors. Most  of them  are  cool-decent. But  there are  some,  having 'mania   for flirting', who  are soo..  curious  to know  about  our  acads!! Some of them  even dare to  ask  our  phone number(my  own  experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boys  who always  keep on looking for  *new*  girls  getting in to the  bus  and  staring at them  and sometimes, giving them a  wink  and flying kiss too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Middle aged gentlemen  standing   near the  back door  of the  crowded  KSRTC  buses, as if they are getting some *special*  happiness from this  act. We feel like,  they've given someone  a  word  to stand there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ladies quarrelling  eachother  for  having seats. And some of  them  even request students - "We  are  soo...  tired  after  the  work. So, let me  take your seat",....as  if  we  aren't  tired  at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ladies  hesitating to  offer their  seats  to  pregnant  ladies, aged  people  or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Men  occupying  ladies-seats,  hesitating to  give  their seats  when ladies get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Both ladies and gents  arguing  with  conductor over silly  issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Both  boys  ang girls  who  are always engaged with  their mobile phones,  mostly  messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Some  who have  fallen in deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 'Conversation - overhearing' is  more  interesting  in  &lt;em&gt;'ladies-only'&lt;/em&gt;  bus. Actually, it's  so  difficult to  overhear  what all they say...such  a  hell  of noise they make  after  getting in to the bus!! But I enjoy  travelling in  ladies-only bus. Their topics  of  discussion  ranges from gossips  to  *international*  matters ;) The  list includes fashion, film, actors, love affairs,  teacher's  nick names and all  kinds of  &lt;em&gt;Payinkili&lt;/em&gt;  stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. And  atlast,  some interesting personalities like me  who are keenly interested in observing others'  mannerisms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-7634022033052244665?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7634022033052244665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7634022033052244665' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7634022033052244665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7634022033052244665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesting-and-informative.html' title='Interesting  and  *informative* :)'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3282735051057760475</id><published>2008-08-16T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:27:31.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>A  wild  simile!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do  relationships  fade  with time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Most of  the  relationships  do  fade  with time...atleast  I  think  so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning&lt;/em&gt;: I'm  having  a  habit  of  going for  some  insane thoughts at times... Are they  insane? Hmm..no,  its not!! Some  of you might find it so.. not claiming anything. Anyway,  one  among  those  stupidity  goes  here. I  mean to  say,  &lt;em&gt;Danger  ahead!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to  the  title - a wild simile!! I  was   thinking  how  much  similar  our &lt;strong&gt;life  relationships&lt;/strong&gt;  and  &lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt; appearing on the  sky,  over  a  single night. Life  is  just like  a  starry night  and  each  of our  relations  can be  compared  to  the  stars. The  intensity of  relationships  we  have  is  just like  the  brightness  of  stars. It  may fade  with  time  and circumstances... Right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't resist  admitting  the  fact that many good relations  do get  faded  as time  flies off. In  the journey of life,  it  just happens  that way, unknowingly. But.... &lt;em&gt;'To forget  is  a  bliss'&lt;/em&gt;  holds  true  at times. Isn't  that  true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  know  some  stars  vanish  from our  view  gradually,  along with, some  others  appearing  and  becoming  much brighter.  These  all  exactly  depicts  the relations  we come  across  our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  few  stars  remain  dim  all through,  which reminds  me  of  the  acquaintances   we  have. On the  other hand,  a  few  others  shine  as  dazzling diamonds  through out  the   night,  that  resemble  the  relations  that  are soo.. close  to us  always. Those  stars  would  be  symbolising  our  family  relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  doubtful how  many of  you  get the  idea  that I  want to  convey here  and how  you  interpret this!! Everything is  clear  in my intellect, but  don't know  how  to  unveil it.. :(   This  topic  had been there  in my mind  for  the  past  two  weeks, but  had no  idea  how  to  start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of  the  day: &lt;a href="http://moviesgossip.blogspot.com/2008/07/kangal-irandaal-subramaniapuram-lyrics.html"&gt;Kangal irandal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- Really a  lovely song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: Courtesy  for  the  song - &lt;a href="http://thecoolsun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chettan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 2: These  all  are  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  views. There  may be  contradictions.. But  my  views are  &lt;strong&gt;my views&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 3: Am I going  a  bit  crazy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3282735051057760475?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3282735051057760475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3282735051057760475' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3282735051057760475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3282735051057760475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/08/wild-simile_16.html' title='A  wild  simile!!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6151769537663051972</id><published>2008-08-01T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:44:21.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Sailing  for  a  new horizon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SJPVJLd-q4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6dzV98DJ83U/s1600-h/1345701-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SJPVJLd-q4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6dzV98DJ83U/s400/1345701-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229757945981348738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The  sunny sky is gradually ebbing as if it  is  at the  edge of pouring down its  tears  and  venting  out its  distresses.. It's  becoming  more  cloudy...and  clouds becoming  darker!! Eagles  hovering above  in large circles  creating shadows below... Blurrred  brushes of lightning  appearing here and  there... Whistling sound  of  thunder storms   becoming more  terrific... Disturbed   sea  lets out  its  huge  monstruous rising tides  in an alarming way...which  appears to  be  sooo  scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  so....  sailing for a  new horizon, enjoying  the  melody  of  solitude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm  just normal :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-6151769537663051972?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6151769537663051972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6151769537663051972' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6151769537663051972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6151769537663051972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/08/sailing-for-new-horizon.html' title='Sailing  for  a  new horizon...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SJPVJLd-q4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6dzV98DJ83U/s72-c/1345701-sm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1904552324353552381</id><published>2008-07-06T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:31:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'THE'  Week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've  realised that  being  a  regular  blogger is not  so  an easy  job. Now it's  becoming  a  trend to  start  a blog  by everyone. But  only a  few of  them  show  justice to  the  blogger world, I  guess. I know, I'm  also  not so a  good blogger in this  aspect. Sometimes  when  I  finally come  up  with  any topic, don't  feel like  writing.. and  if  I'm in  a  mood to  write, then comes  the 'scarcity of  topics',  I mean topic  for  a  good-creative-interesting  read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  too  I  was  thinking  what  to  write. And finally  decided to  draft the  coming along write-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  last  one  week  seems  like  a  very long week  for me...full  of  emotions  and  events. Had  both  bright moments(frankly  saying..not  soo  bright)  and  'dull' depressed moments. Starting from  last  saturday  itself, it was  full of  happenings.... Here comes  its  condensed  brief..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had both extremes  of  emotions on  the  very  first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had  to hurt  someone  who valued  me  a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And I feel  really  sorry  for  that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I  too  was   deeply hurt  by  *some* reasons(Dont  want to  disclose it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Had  to  act/pretend  before  others  that  I'm  ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Realised the  fact  that  having control over emotions is not soo.. easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thank God for making me a  part  of  my home....sweet  home and  grateful  to  You  for  giving me  this  much loving  parents  and  chettan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Had  extreme mood  swings  over silly matters...  and  now feel ashamed - how weak I'm  at heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Had  a  one  day  trip  from  our class  to  Silent valley, which I  enjoyed  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Had  a  lot many  assignmets/works at  college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Hoping to  have  a happy bright onset  to my final  two years  in  college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Wish  to have "a  total  transformation"(Dont  ask me  what do I mean by this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SHEAV7ePOuI/AAAAAAAAALo/-EIOs0yTWHY/s1600-h/2188182-sm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SHEAV7ePOuI/AAAAAAAAALo/-EIOs0yTWHY/s400/2188182-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219953819840887522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..that's all  for  now..  Coming  week  will  be  really  a  hectic one. A  lot of  assignments at  class, preparations  for  sessional  exams, record works... And  finally  my  cousin sister's  marriage  coming next  week. Today  is  her  ring exchange. Got to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current  state: Transition&lt;br /&gt;Current song: Poi solla koodaathu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1904552324353552381?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1904552324353552381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1904552324353552381' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1904552324353552381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1904552324353552381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/07/week_06.html' title='&apos;THE&apos;  Week..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SHEAV7ePOuI/AAAAAAAAALo/-EIOs0yTWHY/s72-c/2188182-sm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1445601409007360748</id><published>2008-06-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:25:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yae!!  I'm one  year  old...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really so  glad to let  you all know that I'm  completing  one year  here in the blogger world  today, on  June 21st. So, now  I'm a  one year old  child, still  a  crawling one..I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  one and only one  who inspired me to start a  blog was &lt;a href="http://thecoolsun.blogspot.com/"&gt; chettan&lt;/a&gt;.. It was his  words which made the  cool raindrops pour down.. To be  frank, I  was not so  confident  and interested enough in starting a  blog,  which  I  considered as  a *very big  thing*,  since I  was too  ignorant in this  field. I knew nothing regarding the  blogger world, except the  fact I'd used to  read   a  few  blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  created  a blogger id as per his  advice  and somehow reached here (where ?? :) ) With in this one year I  could  post  35 entries, not so bad,  I  guess. But, frankly saying,  I'm not  that satisfied  with my blogging  in last few months!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My annual statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 07 - 2&lt;br /&gt;Jul 07 - 5&lt;br /&gt;Aug 07 - 4&lt;br /&gt;Sep 07 - 4&lt;br /&gt;Oct 07 - 3&lt;br /&gt;Nov 07 - 3&lt;br /&gt;Dec 07 - 3&lt;br /&gt;Jan 08 - 3&lt;br /&gt;Feb 08 - 2&lt;br /&gt;Mar 08 - 3&lt;br /&gt;Apr 08 - 0 --- shameful!!..right?&lt;br /&gt;May 08 - 2&lt;br /&gt;Jun 08 - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  graph  doesn't  show  any progress at all.. It  even hit the minimum level in April :( No matter.. Let  bygones be bygones. Wish to be  a more  lively, potent  writer in  blogger. And  I'm sure..I will be one. That's all  for  today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thak you all, who visited  and expressed  their  views  here.. and  these  flowers are for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SF64R7QQqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SgApuo_vTJk/s1600-h/4155086-md%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SF64R7QQqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SgApuo_vTJk/s400/4155086-md%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214808036644793138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: The  post is  dedicated  to my chettan, who  is  the single  reason behind  this  'Cool raindrops'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 2: Giving a  new look to my blog on first birthday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1445601409007360748?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1445601409007360748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1445601409007360748' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1445601409007360748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1445601409007360748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/06/yae-im-one-year-old.html' title='Yae!!  I&apos;m one  year  old...!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SF64R7QQqzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SgApuo_vTJk/s72-c/4155086-md%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-5383751957417763093</id><published>2008-06-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:33:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water on Mars.. They've proved  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SEQxa2lGwlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/orxBTg821CI/s1600-h/fun88%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207341406544642642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SEQxa2lGwlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/orxBTg821CI/s400/fun88%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interesting..naa?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more... Look,  the  circles are  rotating.. A  moving bicycle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SEQxmQ6LSwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fI_JgAjThXI/s1600-h/bicycle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207341602590903042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SEQxmQ6LSwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fI_JgAjThXI/s400/bicycle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks  nice.Doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Saw the 2 pics in  some other blogs :) And seemed inetersting to upload it here. &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/8282297779107417163-5383751957417763093?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/5383751957417763093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=5383751957417763093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5383751957417763093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/5383751957417763093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SEQxa2lGwlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/orxBTg821CI/s72-c/fun88%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-8029767835462939697</id><published>2008-05-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:18:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better  late  than  never!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One  and  a  half  months  ago,  Chettan  had  tagged  me  in  his  post  &lt;a href="http://thecoolsun.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html"&gt;Tagged :(&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you  for  tagging  me, chetta.. Didn't  show  justice  to  the  tag  for  so  long.. &lt;em&gt;'Better  late  than never!!'&lt;/em&gt;. So,  here  it  goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Last  movie  I  saw  in  a  theatre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annanthambi - starring Mammootty. Not  up  to  the  level  of my  expectations. May  be  because,  that  day  I  was  not  feeling so  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;What  books  am  I  reading?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;'Varanasi'&lt;/em&gt;  by  M T Vasudevan Nair.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;'India From Midnight To The  Millenium And Beyond'&lt;/em&gt;  by  Shashi Tharoor. It  seems  a  bit  tough for  me  to  complete  it  easily..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Favourite  board  game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  be  frank,  no  such  favourite  board  games.. Can  say, &lt;em&gt;Snake  and  Ladder&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;  Sudoku&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Favourite  Magazine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  have  subscription of  any  magazines. Ready  to  read  anyone.. None  could  be  called  as  favourite  one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Favourite  Smells?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  pleasing  smell  coming out  from the  kitchen  when  butter  get  melted in   to  ghee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Favourite  sounds?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing  Violin or  some other  string instruments  like  Veena  in  the  background... Then....  falling  rain  droplets  on the  leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Worst  feeling  in   the  world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helplessness.  &lt;br /&gt;Anger  arousing  seeing  the  irresponsibilty  of  others,  hmmm....  many more  in  the  list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;First  thing  I  think  when  I wake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oops!! Why  didn't  I  get  up  earler??'  &lt;br /&gt;Most  probably  my  next  thought  will  be  about  the  dream  I  had  in  the  sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Favourite  fast food  place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not  really  in  a  habit  of  having  food  from  fast food  hotels.. And  to  answer  the  question,  I  would  like  to   say  'Mayas  Hotel' in  my  home town, Nellayi, owned  by  the parents  of  a  friend of  mine :). And  at times,  the  afore  mentioned  friend  gives  a  &lt;em&gt;'home  delivery'&lt;/em&gt;  here.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;Future  child's  name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  want to  disclose  it  here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;Complete:"If  I  had  a  lot of  money  I'd...?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  wish  to  go  for a  world tour. Would  like  to travel  by  a Space craft :).. Then  I  wish  to  own  a big house,  constructed  in  a  traditional  style  with  &lt;em&gt;'Naalukettu'&lt;/em&gt;  and  all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt;Do I  drive  fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I  Do  drive  fast  in  *my Benz* - BSA Ladybird.:) But  when  it  comes  to  four wheeler, I  don't  drive  that  fast. Prefer  a  medium level  of  speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;strong&gt;Do I  sleep  with  a  stuffed  animal? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never  ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;strong&gt;Storms - cool  or  scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;strong&gt;What  was  my  first car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could  it  be  called  as  'my'  first car? Anyway,  first  car  at  home  was  a  Maruti - 800. And  now  we  have  an  Esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;strong&gt;Favourite  drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bru Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;strong&gt;Complete: "If  I  had  the  time  I'd...?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  present, no  need  of  extra  time  for me. This  is  apt for  me  and  I'm  happy  with  it. Irrelevant  question!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;strong&gt;Do  you  eat  the  stems  of  Brocoli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I  don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;strong&gt;If I could dye my hair any color, what would be my choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Not  so  interested  in  coloring  hair. And if  necessary, I  would  go  for  Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;strong&gt;Name all the different cities/towns I have lived in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellayi(Thrissur).. Could  it  be  called  as  a  town/city!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;strong&gt;One  nice  thing about  the  person  who  sent  this  to  you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  has  such  a  nice  loving sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;strong&gt;What  is  under  my  bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply  floor. Aaah..2-3  old mats,  which  have  taken their  place  there  years  back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;strong&gt;Would I like to be born as myself again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;strong&gt;Morning  person  or  night owl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till  my  12th, I  was  a  morning person. But  now, I'm  easily  flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;strong&gt;Over easy, or sunny side up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that  over easy,  even though I  wish to be so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt;Favourite  place  to  relax?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home..sweet  home. And  if  asked  in particular, beside amma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;strong&gt;Favourite  pie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.. Not  used  to  have  pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.&lt;strong&gt;Favourite  Ice cream  flavour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanila  and  Pista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;strong&gt;Of  all  the  people  I  tag this  to, who's  most  likely  to  respond  first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  tagging  here  everyone  who  reads  this!! So,  friends..  take  it  over, pass  it  over  and  have  fun.&lt;br /&gt;No  guess.. who'll  respond  first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-8029767835462939697?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/8029767835462939697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=8029767835462939697' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8029767835462939697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8029767835462939697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better  late  than  never!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1012297895163535668</id><published>2008-05-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:58:45.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm  back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It  has been  soo.. long since  I  wrote  my  last entry. Really shameful..I  think.  Not  because  anything  big or  special  happened    these  days.  A lot  of  happenings  did  happen. Didn't  feel like  writing  it  anyway. Even today,  I'm not  in  that   mood  to  write  anything  interesting for  you. But, have to  show  atleast  a minimum  justice  to the blogger  world...right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  you  know,  from April 10th to  20th  Chettan was  at home. We all  had a  great  &lt;em&gt;Vishu&lt;/em&gt;  this  time. Celebrated  it  grandly with all  my   &lt;em&gt;'Changaathikoottam'&lt;/em&gt;  friends  here, having  a  lot  of  crackers  and all. Not planning  to  write  all  the happenings passed during these days  today  itself :). Now  I  intend to  scribble  here  only  about  a  small  trip  I had  on  April  16th - &lt;em&gt;Pooram day&lt;/em&gt;, with  my friends  from  my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  set out  for  visiting  Boothathaankettu, Idamalayar dam, Thattekaadu  and  Kodanadu  in that   pleasant  morning. My  brother  too  accompanied us. The  trip  was  simply  superb!! It  was more  like  a  trip  from college, even with  a gang of  children  ranging from  5 year old  kid to  20 year old myself :). I didn't expect the  trip  to be this  much  'adipoli'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB64YdtpWkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ouXyoOnN1kY/s1600-h/IMG_4682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB64YdtpWkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ouXyoOnN1kY/s200/IMG_4682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196793750464584258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB62ddtpWhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9Dyr7NyTr34/s1600-h/IMG_4663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB62ddtpWhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9Dyr7NyTr34/s200/IMG_4663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196791637340674578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter  where  we went. But, how  happily  we  spent  each  and every second..that's  the  thing  matters. In our  bus, we  around   30  childern  were  there.First we  went  to  '&lt;em&gt;Kodanadu&lt;/em&gt;', training  centre  for  elephants. Saw  a  lot  of  elephants  there,  watched  '&lt;em&gt;aana kuli&lt;/em&gt;'  too :). On the  way, had a halt  at  Kalady  '&lt;em&gt;Sree  Sankara  Sthoopam&lt;/em&gt;',  where  Sree Sankara's  life  is  depicted on its walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7PQNtpWoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mVelmw0IsGQ/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7PQNtpWoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mVelmw0IsGQ/s200/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196818897498102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our  second  destination was  Boothathaankettu. The  cool of  boating  we  had  there  was  really nice. Following that,  we  went for a  walk in the  forest  for  3-4  Kms, along  the  side  of  a  stream  running down  calmly. The  journey  was  really  adventurous  and  thrilling. Saw  Boothathaankettu dam  too.&lt;br /&gt;As next, we  left  there  for  visiting  Idamalayar  dam. Sooo.. a  lovely place  it is!!..hills  covered  with  green grass  and  green tinted  water in the  lake  looked  like  a  silk  blanket  over the land. From there, we  had our  lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7ZkdtpWqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tm818oSzBzk/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7ZkdtpWqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Tm818oSzBzk/s200/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196830240506731170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7LyttpWnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bk_yJWmw5e4/s1600-h/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB7LyttpWnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Bk_yJWmw5e4/s200/Picture+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196815092157078130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By  afternoon, sky  got  clouded over  and started pouring tears,  as if  in  a  great  grief  that our  trip  was  going  to have  a  finish. On the  way  back, made  a  short  visit  to  Thattekadu  bird sanctuary,  where  we  couldn't  see  even one  bird  :) Return journey  was really excellent,  dancing and enjoying. By  the  bye,  saw a  notice, diplayed  in  the  bird sanctuary. Even though a  bit (??)  late,  anyone  who  is  keenly  intersted can contact  the  officials there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,  my  brother  didn't  have  a plan to come with us.  His plan  was  to  go  for  &lt;em&gt;Thrissur pooram&lt;/em&gt;. Only  on that morning,  he  changed his  decision and came  with us. Anyway, I'm sure  he  enjoyed  well  and  is  satisfied enough with  what  he  got  with us,  which  is  even  more  than the  thrill he  would  have  had  attending  the  pooram. On the  other hand, we  too  are  happy, for  he  made  our  trip  more   exciting  and jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  didn't  intend to  have  such a  long write up about  this  'one day  trip'!!. It just happened this  way. Anyway, I  shall  let  you all  know  other  '&lt;em&gt;happenings&lt;/em&gt;'  too in the  following days. So,  bye  for  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I  promise  you all  that  I'll  be  a  bit  more  regular  in blogger  from today. Oooh.. who  is   badly in  need  my  promise!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1012297895163535668?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1012297895163535668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1012297895163535668' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1012297895163535668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1012297895163535668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m  back..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/SB64YdtpWkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ouXyoOnN1kY/s72-c/IMG_4682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3165890096710561332</id><published>2008-03-19T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:08:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A   storm is on the  way!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As  per the  information  available  now,  a  devastating storm  is  getting  formed  in  Calicut university  examination center and  it  is  on  its   way  to  attack  we  all,   innocent students. Can't predict  anything  about its  nature. Sometimes  may  be  sooo  violent  with  thunder,  lightning  and  rainfall. Can it  be  cool raindrops?? :) Chances  are rare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who  all  are  going  to be  the victims  of  this  wild wind?? Who  all are going to  be  affected  soo  badly?? Who  all  survive  this  worst severe weather?? There is  a chance  of  the  suspected area  being  unaffected  also. For  our  luck,  sometimes  it  may  leave  without causing  much  havoc and  destructions... Its  all  our fate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather  forecasting center  says that the  storm will  be in its  full swing by  March 25th  and  it lasts  till April  8th. After that,  it is going to  be  a  pleasant  climate  till  our next   exam series :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..  our  third semester  exams  are  going  to  have  a  start on March  25th  and  end  on April 8th.  A  very pleasing  climate  follows  it.. The  first 10 days  will  be  soooo  more  colourful  for  me.. I'm sure  about  that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  brother  is  coming  home  for this Vishu. I'm really excited,  you know.  Knew  this  happy news  only  yesterday. Never  expected this!! The  only thing   is,  he'll   be  here  only for 10  days  starting  from  April 10th. Now I'm  waiting  just to  finish off all my exams  and  be  with chettan  and enjoy.. 22   days  more  for his  arrival!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,  this  is  going to  be  a  Vishu  with  we  all  4   at home,  after  a  long  gap  of  5 yrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: An  exam  fever  has  started  to  storm me!! Anyway,  all the  best  for  my  friends. Get  prepared to  face  any  adverse  effects  of  the  storm  in the  worst way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3165890096710561332?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3165890096710561332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3165890096710561332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3165890096710561332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3165890096710561332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/03/storm-is-on-way.html' title='A   storm is on the  way!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1257739372843993967</id><published>2008-03-04T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:09:12.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's  time  to start again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Study leave  for  our  third semester  exams  starts  tomorrow onwards,  eventhough  the  dates  have  not  been  yet declared  by  the  University. The  rumour  we  heard  is  that  exams  commence  on March 25th. God only knows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,  how  much  Calicut university  lags  behind the  other universities  in  conducting  exams  and  publishing results. Phew!!! In all  other Universities, students  of our same  batch  are now  waiting for  the  declaration  of S4  exams.. As far as I know, in MG  and CUSAT  it has  already been declared. And  here,  we  waiting for dates of  S3 exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  S3  classes closed in the  last week of  November '07  and  S4 classes commenced  on  Dec 3rd. And now  it's March..  Oh, a  long gap  of 3  months!!  Our condition is  really pitiable.. pathetic..  Is it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  time  to  start  again.. No idea  from where  to start and how to start.. Seems  like  an ocean..  Has to  start from the  scratch :( Fully blank  abt  the  topics  for exams!!  I  guess, I've  forgotten to study. And  so, as  commencement, firstly  I've  to study - 'how to study'. And then only  start studying.. Hmm.. that'll  be  better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: All  the  best  for all  my  friends  who  all are in the  same  state of mine - complete blankness :)&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/8282297779107417163-1257739372843993967?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1257739372843993967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1257739372843993967' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1257739372843993967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1257739372843993967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-to-start-again.html' title='It&apos;s  time  to start again..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3006766148934858661</id><published>2008-03-02T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T04:59:47.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read this just now and it seemed interesting to be posted here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Signing off, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3006766148934858661?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3006766148934858661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3006766148934858661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3006766148934858661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3006766148934858661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1771801198347030139</id><published>2008-02-23T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:24:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute  little  girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is  my  neighbour,  who is one  and a  half years old now.  A daily visitor at my home. Her charming little  face,  wide open eyes,  plumpy cheeks,  and  innocent  smile  make her  the star  of  this locality.. A child with intolerably cute mannerisms.. So...  energetic and  lovely always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is  so naughty  and don't like  to  be there  inside her home  for a  long. She just  wants to  loiter around .. And  so, her grandpa  is  having  really  a hard time,  taking her   here  and there. She has  just started  walking  slowly. Daily from  5  to 7,  she  goes  for  an  evening walk with  grandpa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their  first destination is 'Nellayi  junction'. Goes  there, watches  and  closely observes  everything and everyone  she  could  see there. On  the way back,  have chit-chats(?? - in an unknown language)  with everyone  who passes  by. Next  destination  is  the  temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R8DiwFRozCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gqA5PtMzJYo/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R8DiwFRozCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gqA5PtMzJYo/s200/DSC04164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170381687899081762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;em&gt;"Miles  and miles  to go before I  sleep"&lt;/em&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the return  journey  passing  infront of  my home,  she  pulls her  grandpa,  directing him to my home. So, the  next  halting terminal is here. That old man is happy, since  he  could  take  rest, for a little  time.. And the girl is  much more  happy.. That  shrill  voice  created  from her  shoe  signals us that  &lt;em&gt;she  is  coming&lt;/em&gt;. You know,  what she does.. Goes  around all the rooms, rambling  in search  of   me  calling  &lt;em&gt;'akka'&lt;/em&gt;(chechi).  Often I  hide  somewhere   and  make  sounds  to play with her  and  for  making  her  running with great  joy  towards me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has  started  talking.. That too some  words, not complete sentences. We  know  that  she's  saying  something. But  usually, we don't understand anything. Get a  feeling of hearing some  unfamiliar language. She's  so  font  of  making a  mess everwhere.  And  so, pulls down  everything she  get   in  her  hand, like  books, paper, table  cloth  etc.. Makes  attempt to  climb over  all  the chairs, tables etc.. Soooo  naughty  she  is!!! Somebody  should  be  with  her  always..  otherwise..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite place  in my  home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R8Dhf1RozBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YxwqRQs6DLY/s1600-h/DSC04531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R8Dhf1RozBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YxwqRQs6DLY/s200/DSC04531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170380309214579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever  we  do,  she tries  to imitate us. Keep on shrieking,  informing  others  that  &lt;em&gt;'I'm here'&lt;/em&gt;. Getting  bored, she takes  her   shoe,  sits   near  me  and  shows  some  actions  ordering  me  to help  her in putting it. After that, starts  walking, pulling her grandpa's  hands  again  calling out  &lt;em&gt;'ttaa  ttaa'&lt;/em&gt;  with   a  naive  smile  on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  really  so  nice  to  watch  her  deeds. I  love playing with  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Her name  is  Kavya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1771801198347030139?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1771801198347030139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1771801198347030139' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1771801198347030139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1771801198347030139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/02/cute-little-girl.html' title='Cute  little  girl..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R8DiwFRozCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gqA5PtMzJYo/s72-c/DSC04164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4995077981347074929</id><published>2008-02-02T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:09:23.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  sympathise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's  so  desparate that many  parents  are  having over  expectations  regarding the  future of  their  children. This  might  disturb the  easy going  life of  many  students. It's true  that   parents'  expectations  have  powerful  effects  on  children's  academic  performance. I  agree  with  that.  But  some of  them  are  pressurizing  their  children with over burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  what  triggered me  to   write  this,  is  the  conversation,  I  had in the  morning  with  my music  teacher. She's  so  much  worried  about  her  son's   future. The  boy is now  studying  in  10th standard. It's  a  fact that    he  is  not  so  bright in  his  acads,  but not  that  bad,  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  boy  is  a  very  good violinist  and  a  good singer  too, who has  done  many  violin concerts  on many  stages. He  participated  in  State Youth festival.  The  parents'  main  intention was  to  make  him get an  A-Grade  in  any  one of the  items,  so that  he'll  be  getting  30 marks additional  in  Board exam. And he  managed  to fulfill  their  dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  mother  always  tells  him - 'study, study  and study'  and complains  others  about his  studies,  that  too  infront of him. How  much  he  would  get   pricked!!! Another  funny  thing  is  that  she  asks  me  to  advice  him  to study :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  now  one  more  related  instance  came  to  my  mind. It's  about  one  among my   cousin  sisters, who is  now  studying  in  9th standard. She  was  an energetic girl, who  has  now  became  a  dispirited, calm  and quiet  girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  parents  are injecting  her  with those  stuffs  containing  in   quiz  books  and  GK  books. She's  winning  prizes  too.  It's  some  kind  of  spoonfeeding.  Taking her  to   &lt;em&gt;leadership  development  courses,  abc  quiz,  xyz  quiz&lt;/em&gt;,  I dont know  what  kind  of  pleasure  they are getting!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know  how  to  mingle  with others,  totally in  a  socially  inept  condition. Always  sitting  inside  the  home,  reading,   studying  or  watching  TV.  I pity  her. No... I  pity  her parents  and  feel  sympathy  for  her.  She  doesn't   know  what  she  is  missing/loosing. She's  happy with her  life  inside that 4  walls. Parents  have  succeeded  in convincing  her - the  whole  student life   is  like '&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many  parents   are like  this. The  whole  happiness  lies  in  their  kid getting good  marks  and becoming  school/class  topper. And   nothing  more  than that. It's  good, I agree.  But  should   try  to  find  happiness  in other matters  too. They  are  not  trying  to  know  the  potential of  their  children. They're  not  bothered about  the  strain  taken   by  their  dear ones.  I  agree  that  they're  giving  enough input. But  it's  something  like  pouring  water  in to  a  bottle,  not   knowing  it's  capacity,  atleast  in  a  few  cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  are ready  to do  anything  for  the  academical progress  of  their  son/daughter. Not  at  all bothered  about   the  growth of mind.  Unknowingly,  they are  spoiling  children's  most  enjoyable  season of life,  during which  they  should  get  enough freedom  to play  and run around like  butterflies. And thus  spoiling  their  future  in one way  or  other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention   from  parents'  side  is  good,  provided  they  realise children's  abilities and potential .  But  beyond  a limit,  it  wont  do  good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know, this  is  not  a  case  with  many families. Just thought  of  it  and felt like   writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  Thank God  for  giving  me  and  my  brother  such   wonderful  parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.1: Sorry, that  I  made  you  read a  little  lenghty  post (meant for  only those  who  read  completely).&lt;br /&gt;PS.2: No  hard  feelings.. Didn't  want  to  criticise/blame  anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-4995077981347074929?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4995077981347074929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4995077981347074929' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4995077981347074929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4995077981347074929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-sympathise.html' title='I  sympathise!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7076934637741476982</id><published>2008-01-17T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:00:36.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystique of  Makarajyothi  continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While  watching  the live  telecast of  '&lt;em&gt;Makaravilakku&lt;/em&gt;'  celebration  at  Sabarimala, I  was really wondered  to  see  the   crowd  there. Millions  of  pilgrims  from  far and wide  are reaching there  every  year,  only  for  witnessing  the  celestial  light called  '&lt;em&gt;Makarajyothi&lt;/em&gt;'  appering  on &lt;em&gt;Makara Sankaranthi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staunch believers  of  &lt;em&gt;Swamy Ayyappan&lt;/em&gt;  believe that  the &lt;em&gt;jyothi&lt;/em&gt;  appears  miraculously  for  blessing  the  devotees. They believe that witnessing this light brings them good luck and divine blessings. I  saw it  appearing 3times  in the  forest, with  a few seconds  interval  between each appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A divine  star  is  believed  to  appear  on the  sky,  just before  sighting  &lt;em&gt;Makarajyothi&lt;/em&gt;. The  whole  thing  lasts  for a  maximum of 1  minute!!  And for  that,  how  many  people, ranging from small kids  to  aged ones  reach  there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another  argument  is  that  'Makara Jyothi' is an artificial fire  lit by  Sabarimala  officials  and  Devaswom board, for  their  monetary benefits. Are   they  cheating  these  all millions  of  devotees?? It  is  said  that  they  are lighting camphor, taken in  large quantity,  inside  the  forest  and lifting it thrice.  And the most important thing is   no  &lt;em&gt;Puranas&lt;/em&gt;  have  mentioned anything  about  this  &lt;em&gt;'celestial  miraculous  Jyothi'&lt;/em&gt;. So,  it should be  true..  right??  What  you  all  say about  this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others believe that the Jyothi is the Arati performed by the rishis and devas residing in the  hills!!!  Happened to  see  an article  in  &lt;em&gt;'Kalakaumudi'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.tattamangalam.com/images/makara-jyothi.JPG"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is  it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is  this  a  reality or  cheating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm  not  an atheist. No personal  interests  to  hurt  the  feelings of  believers.&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/8282297779107417163-7076934637741476982?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7076934637741476982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7076934637741476982' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7076934637741476982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7076934637741476982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/01/mystique-of-makarajyothi-continues.html' title='The mystique of  Makarajyothi  continues....'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1771553110892240390</id><published>2008-01-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:46:35.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Golden  chance we  got..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's  only  after  reaching  the  campus  today  morning,  we   decided  to set  out  for   attending  Richard M Stallman's  talk  which  was held at  UC College, Alwaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2  hours journey  from  Thrissur, we, 10 of  us from our  class  reached  there  at  around  11.15  in the morning. By then  the  lecture  had started. Though  the  auditorium was  almost  &lt;em&gt;houseful&lt;/em&gt;,  we  managed to  get  seats in the last row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk  was  on &lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Free software in ethics and in practice"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For the  next  2 hrs, we  had  an  interesting,  inspiring  speech  on Free software. To be frank,  I  had to   strain a  little  to  understand  his  &lt;em&gt;'katta'&lt;/em&gt;  english, because  his  unfamiliar  accent  :(  Didn't get  him word by word. But  he  could  convey  all  his   views  to  each and everyone  of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  started  with  the  drawbacks  of  Microsoft Windows, obviously in a  sarcastic manner. Then  talked about  the merits of  free software,  regarding  copyleft, emacs  and  many  other  topics  too. Told  about  &lt;a href="http://www.gnu.org/philosophy/schools.html"&gt;'how and  why  schools  should act   to  popularise  software  freedom'&lt;/a&gt;. Also told  that  we  could  be  proud  since  Kerala  is  far  above  all other   states in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken by Bristo  with his  camera in  mobile --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4Z7T1zFC9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0L8s6rQBzds/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4Z7T1zFC9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0L8s6rQBzds/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153942404361161682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"GNU/Linux  respects   other's freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Reject  proprietary  software  and  insist  free  software"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Dont let others to have   control  over our freedom/power"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  description about  RMS  I  saw  there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;he started the Free Software Foundation..&lt;br /&gt;he started the GNU Project..&lt;br /&gt;he wrote the GCC Compiler..&lt;br /&gt;he wrote the GDB Debugger..&lt;br /&gt;he wrote the emacs editor..&lt;br /&gt;he is a philosopher..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the   formal  meeting  was over, we, with  7  of our  super   seniors,  waited to  meet  him  personally  and  to invite  him  to our  great  GEC. We  had  to  wait  there  for  some  time. Ours  was the  only group  of  students   who got the  chance   to talk  with  him,  that  too  so  friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our  unfortunate,  he  said  he  would not  be available  to come over here  in the  whole   year  2008.  Anyway, we  asked his  contact details   and  he,  with  pleasure,  gifted  his card  to one  among us(Devidas)  and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really  a  thrilling   and  inspiring experience  it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From  there  we  went  to  Alwaye town,  walked  around  there in search of a  good hotel :) and  had  food  finally. After  that,  had  a  short visit  to Merlin's uncle's house. After  having   some  snacks from  there, we started  our  return  journey  and  reached  home  at  6.15 in  the   evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: An  interesting  thing  which  I noticed  just now - My  &lt;em&gt;Chettan&lt;/em&gt;  and   RMS  celebrate  their  birthdays on the  same day - March 16 :)&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/8282297779107417163-1771553110892240390?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1771553110892240390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1771553110892240390' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1771553110892240390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1771553110892240390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/01/golden-chance-we-got.html' title='The  Golden  chance we  got..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4Z7T1zFC9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0L8s6rQBzds/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-619121683969425896</id><published>2008-01-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:46:13.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have  a  Good Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For  the  last  3-4  years,  I'm  under  a  serious  addiction. Day  by  day,  I'm  becoming  a more  adverse  addict,  I  guess.  I  wish I   could  get  out  of  this  junkie. Actually  I'm  not  an  addict,  but  a  fan of  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  forgot  to tell  you  what  make  my  taste buds  get  excited.. Here  is  it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4EP7VzFC7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rCH0xgZA5CA/s1600-h/brandStories_rite_goodDay_b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4EP7VzFC7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rCH0xgZA5CA/s400/brandStories_rite_goodDay_b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152416960826641330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please  don't  laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost on all  days,  in the  evening  I  wonder   how much   Good Day   biscuits  I  took on the  very  same  day.  Even the  small  kids  won't  take  this  much, I  guess.   I  know  it's  not  so  advisable  a  habit.   But,  can't  help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the  shopkeeper here  in  Nellayi(our dear  near  Sathyan chettan)  always  keeps  aside  a  biscuit packet for  me. Each  and every time  before  opening the  packet,  I  tell  to  my parents  that  I  decided  to cut short  biscuit  consumption. Then  they  ask  &lt;em&gt;"Why  should  you?"&lt;/em&gt; Even they  are  not   discouraging  me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though  all the products  of  Britannia  are  my favourites,  I'm  an  ardent fan  of   Good Day. I've  tried  a  lot  other  brands  too. But couldn't  find  a  better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  it  has  reached  a  stage   that  it's  really hard  to  pass  a  day  without  Good Day. Is this  really  an addiction???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Britannia Good Day&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;************* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Tim Tim Ti Tim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;**************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedicated  to  all  those who  love  biscuits.&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/8282297779107417163-619121683969425896?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/619121683969425896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=619121683969425896' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/619121683969425896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/619121683969425896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-good-day.html' title='Have  a  Good Day.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/R4EP7VzFC7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rCH0xgZA5CA/s72-c/brandStories_rite_goodDay_b%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1959433836517752462</id><published>2007-12-27T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:50:05.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions.. :) ... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What  does  the  word 'emotion'  really mean ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to see  an  ad  of  Vodafone conveying  a  message - '&lt;em&gt;a  calm  mind  can  overcome  even a  storm&lt;/em&gt;'.  True..  I guess.  Whenever  I'm  in  a   dilemma , my  brother advises  me  to  sit  and think   a  lot  with  a  calm mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  Should  be able  enough to  manage our  emotions  instead  of  emotions  managing us. Don't   let  emotions  to  rule us  or our  mind. I  know,  it's  not  always  possible to  freeze  all  our  emotions. Situations  will  come  our  way,  where  we've   to  give  up  for  our/our dear one's  feelings.  Sometimes, it's  really  hard to   overcome  the  tender   feelings  of  our  heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wisdom always waits for the right time to act, while emotion always pushes for action right now!&lt;/em&gt;  -- Read  from an article.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I'm  wondering  why  should  I  go for such insane useless  thouhts!! Anyway,  putting  a   halt here.  Don't want  to  make  you all  get  bored. I  too don't want  to get bored :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1959433836517752462?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1959433836517752462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1959433836517752462' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1959433836517752462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1959433836517752462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/12/emotions.html' title='Emotions.. :) ... :('/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-429789996342955309</id><published>2007-12-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:42:38.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am  I  alone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This  thought  was  haunting me  during   last 2-3 days in college. For  the  first time, I  felt loneliness  in my class room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last  monday or  tuesday  I  told  one  of  my  friends(not in  that  serious  mood)  that  I  was  getting  bored. She  in a   surprise  exclaimed "Priya   getting  bored  in  this  class!! That  won't  happen". I  replied  nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The   fact   is,  even  though  our  whole  class is  a  one single   union,  there are  &lt;em&gt;kutti kutti&lt;/em&gt;  gangs in our class. As  far  as  I'm concerned, I'm a  member of  all  gangs. I  used  to  run around  and   disturb  the  discussions (if any)  in  all  groups. I  don't want  to  get  tied up  among  one  group  of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...  I  dont  know  what  happened  to  me  last  week (Or  what  happened to  others). I  felt  that  I  didn't have  the  citizenship  of  even  one  gang. Now  I'm wondering   what  all  thoughts   I  had  in my mind  last  week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority  of   my  friends(whom I  consider  as   good  friends)  are  not  in the  same  range  of  frequency  of  my  thoughts. I'm ready  to   get tuned  to  their frequency. I'm  ready  to  get  shifted up  or  down. But  many are not  willing to do  that... etc...etc.. like that  a  lot of  useless  conceptions  I  had. A  couple  of  incidents  in  the class  forced me  to  think so. To  be  frank, I  felt - I'm alone  locked in a  secluded cottage  of  boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I  was actually  desperate  thinking all  these. My  mind  and  thoughts  were  soo  cloudy  with  many  misconceptions(??). Many  of my  friends  could  find  my change of mood. Even some  of  them asked me '&lt;em&gt;why  are  you  mood off?&lt;/em&gt;' I  didn't  have  any proper answer. But, 2/3  of  them  could  guess the  reason  too. Even  now, there is some blurdness  in my mind. I  know  my  classmates  will  read  this and  ask  me.. But I  dont have  any   clear cut  answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, had a  small  chat  with a  friend  regarding this. He  asked  me  not  to  go  for  such  insane  thoughts  and  told  me  the  fault  is  with my  mind . Might  be  correct.. no..  it should  be  correct. May  be  because  of  the  climate change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I  be  alone in my  OWN class!! I've  heard that  some of  the  VIP's  have  dual  citizenship. Like  that,  I  believe  I'm  having  multi citizenship :) How  is  it  possible  for  everyone  to  have  parallel  thoughts!! Everyone will  be  having their own identity, views,  thoughts  and  concepts.. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm  thinking  why  should  I  put  this  as a  blog post. Anyway, I  wrote  this  much.. and    all   these are  the  thoughts  which churned my  mind  a lot. No  injustice  in  giving you  all  a  chance to  read this.. is  there?? But  I'm  telling you  again,  this  is not  a  clear  reflection  of my  mind. But, a  blurd  reflection!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I  wrote  frankly  the  conceptions  I'd  in my  intellect. Not  claiming that  all  are  true. But  I  wish  those  all  were  some misunderstanding  from  my  part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-429789996342955309?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/429789996342955309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=429789996342955309' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/429789996342955309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/429789996342955309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-alone.html' title='Am  I  alone??'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7129075669079809076</id><published>2007-12-03T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:51:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today  had  my  first  class  in  S4.  In  the  first  hour  itself, a   teacher  caught  me.As usual,   there  was  a  &lt;em&gt;not-bad&lt;/em&gt;  shouting  from  our  class.  As  he  has   not  even a  bit   of   &lt;em&gt;teacher  look,  &lt;/em&gt;I  didn't  notice   him  coming. I  was  walking  around  distributing   &lt;em&gt;'aravanapayasam'&lt;/em&gt;  (brought  by  one of  my  classmates)  among  all.  Then  itself,  he  would  have   noticed   me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  he  came  in,  silence  filled  the  whole   class  room  immediately.  Then  he   started  speaking.  His   voice  was  so   feeble  that  we  couldn't  hear  him  properly. After  enquiring  others  I    understood   that  he  was  asking  whether  we   wanted  to    have   class  today  or  not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since  it was  our  first class  on  the  very first day, none  of  us  wanted  to  have  class. I  called  out  '&lt;em&gt;no  sir'  &lt;/em&gt;in  a  funny  manner. For  my  un-luck,  none  of  others   tried   to    break  the  silence.  Hence  my  voice  was  heard  a  little  louder  than  what  I  had  wished/expected  :( After  giving  a  frightening  &lt;em&gt;look,&lt;/em&gt;  he  asked me  to  stand up,  take  the bag  and  get  out  of  the class.  Oops!!  I  was  shocked  actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:  Sorry  sir... sorry  sir.. I  was  just... I  didn't  mean  anything  sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:  Take  your  bag  and  get out.  Same  is  the  case  with  others  too  who  don't  want  to  attend  the  class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (with  a  baffled  look):  Pardon  me, sir.  I  told  that  since  this  is  our  first  class.  I  want  to  be  here   if  you  are  taking  the  class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:  Sure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:  Yes  sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir (in a  KBC - Bachan style): Confident??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:  Yes  sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir:  Hmm..Ok  sit  down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  a  sigh,  I  thanked  God  in relief.  After  that  I   managed  to  be   a   &lt;em&gt;'pakka'&lt;/em&gt;  good  student   listening  to  his  lecture  which  continued  for  another  one  and  a   half  hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-7129075669079809076?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7129075669079809076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7129075669079809076' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7129075669079809076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7129075669079809076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/12/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed up!!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3245864350981497525</id><published>2007-11-26T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:03:50.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From  college...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now  I'm  browsing   from  college. Here  in  our  college,  all  the  students  have  the   facility   to   browse  free  of  charge. One  of  the  most  crowded  spots(another  crowded  spot - cafetaria)  in  college  is  CCC (centralised  computer  centre),  from  where  now  I'm  writing  this.  Now  also,   all  the  systems  here  are  engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  came  in  here just  for  sending  a  mail  to  chettan.  After  coming  here  only  I  thought  of  blogging. Anyway,  here  it  is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  me,  browsing  from  here  seems  sooo  much  uncomfortable. After  typing  a  URL  address,  we  can go  and have  a  'masala  dosai'  from  canteen  and  then  come  and  continue  browsing :(. That  much  dead  slow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  home,  our  phone  is  dead  since  last  thursday and  so  no  browsing  at  home  for  last  3-4  days. Our  S3  classes  are  over.  Officially,  our  S4  class began  last  week.  Actually, none  of  our  teachers  have  yet  started  their classes.  So,  during  the  last  one  week  we  were  free  birds. Same  will  be  the  case  with  this  week  too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  in  the  college  is  in  festive  mood  of  Dhyuthi. Eagerly  waiting  for  the  thrilling  moments.Some students  are  decorating  the  college  compound   and  some  others  doing  some  other  works  like  cleaning  and all. All  arrangements  for  Dhyuthi  are  going  on  in great  pace.  Class  suspended  for  2  days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  cultural  festival  will've  a  start  on  wednesday  and  will  long  for  the  next 3  days. I'm  also  in  a  committee - reception  committee. Actually  I  didn't  want  to  be  a  part  of any  committee, since I  dont  have  any  hope  that  my achan  and  amma  will  allow  me  to stay  here  over night. Anyway,  I  was  forced  to  join.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't  attend  IC  class  for  last  2-3  weeks. Morning  batch  students  used  to  go  to  IC  regularly. For  a  fun,  I  asked  them  last  week 'convey  our  regards  to  Pramode sir'.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  few  of  us  want  to  attend  regularly. Anyhow,  today  we  had  gone  there  and  had class  for  1  hour. It  is  actually  our  fault  that  we  didn't  go  and  attend  the  class.  Guilty  conciousness  pricked  us  like  hell (not  an  exaggeration). From  today   onwards,  we'll  be  regular - punctual  students :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time  is  up...No  time  for  proof  reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing  off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Profile  updated -- 4th  sem  student.&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/8282297779107417163-3245864350981497525?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3245864350981497525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3245864350981497525' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3245864350981497525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3245864350981497525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-college.html' title='From  college...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-3119102058632149487</id><published>2007-11-17T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:09:25.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhyuthi '07.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking  forward  eagerly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTZ_lin5R1U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTZ_lin5R1U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  magnificent, elegant  event  which GEC  is  going  to   witness  on  November  28, 29 &amp; 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;em&gt; kadappadu&lt;/em&gt;  for the Youtube link - Rohith Rajesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-3119102058632149487?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/3119102058632149487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=3119102058632149487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3119102058632149487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/3119102058632149487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/11/dhyuthi-07.html' title='Dhyuthi &apos;07.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6626545976194227360</id><published>2007-11-06T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:20:59.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the  water  and Up  in the  sky..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIQupAb18I/AAAAAAAAADc/B1I-tebUW_c/s1600-h/photo+-+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIQupAb18I/AAAAAAAAADc/B1I-tebUW_c/s200/photo+-+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130181318996121538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had  my  1st  excursion  from  GEC during  the  last  week. It  was  really  a superb experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our journey  in 'Palace  on wheels'  on  last wednesday  night. Our  first  destination was Hogenakkal and  we  reached there  in the next morning. The  experience we  had there  is  beyond  explanation.  We  rented large  round skiff('&lt;em&gt;vatta vanchi'&lt;/em&gt;) and  played a  lot in the water. We  made  fun  by striking  and  pouring  water  at eachother. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIXGJAb2BI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XAZHSHfx1pU/s1600-h/boat+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIXGJAb2BI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XAZHSHfx1pU/s200/boat+photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130188319792814098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks  were  seen as  if  somebody  arranged them like that.  Soo..  sharp egdges  they have. The  view  of  scenic  beauty  we  had  there  is really  wonderful  with  a  series  of  waterfalls. After  having  a  risky  and  adventurous  voyage in water, on the  same  day  itself  we packed  to  Kodaikkanal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIZB5Ab2CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VMcz1Klw9w0/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIZB5Ab2CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VMcz1Klw9w0/s200/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130190445801625634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compsciz  rocking  on  rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIZrZAb2DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/s6UTUe54sf0/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIZrZAb2DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/s6UTUe54sf0/s200/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130191158766196786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  know  about  the beauty  of  this  wonderful place. What  a  romantic place it is!! Even I  felt  romance  with  somebody. Who else?? - Kodai hills  itself. Such a  lovely spot it is.. On the top  of the  hills, we  were  like  kissing  the foggy, misty sky. The scene of  lean streams  flowing down  in  between the  rocks  was  really  marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  and  our  happiness  reached the  peak. A  man with  eyes  and  heart  cannot restrain  himself  from  appreciating  the  magical  beauty  of nature. Seeing  all  these  mind  freshening scenes,  how  can a  person  jumb down  from  suicide point. It's  an irony!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIRepAb19I/AAAAAAAAADk/mnVjdJ7p9Xg/s1600-h/kodai+(84).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIRepAb19I/AAAAAAAAADk/mnVjdJ7p9Xg/s200/kodai+(84).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130182143629842386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to almost  all  the tourist spots there.  2  hours  cycling  around  the  lake  is an  unforgettable  experience. On Friday  evening we started our return journey  and  reached  GEC  in the next  morning. In  both Hogenakkal  and  Kodaikkanal,  we  were  blessed  with  a  pleasing  climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  only  sad  thing  happened  to me is the fact  that  on  the  first day  itself my camera  started  working  in an  unusual method, since  the water  from  Hogenakkal  lake forcefully  peeped  in to it. So that I could  not  capture the beauty  of  'the  romantic place'  in   my  camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every moment  we  spent  inside the bus was full  of  fun  and  happiness.  And the  experience  we  had  climbing up  the  Kodai hills  crossing each  hairpin  bends was  thrilling.  Actually,  only  we  2-3  were ready  to  sit all the  way  in the  front of the bus, remaining awake  looking along the sides of  road. All  others  surrendered  to deep  sleep. They  all  missed  a  lot, I  guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy  Diwali.&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/8282297779107417163-6626545976194227360?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6626545976194227360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6626545976194227360' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6626545976194227360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6626545976194227360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-in-water-and-up-in-sky.html' title='Down in the  water  and Up  in the  sky..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RzIQupAb18I/AAAAAAAAADc/B1I-tebUW_c/s72-c/photo+-+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4874811657204032834</id><published>2007-10-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:08:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  mind  says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You  might  be having  an  anxiety  to  know  what  my  mind  says...Nothing  serious. It  says 'just  scribble  down  something  here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have  not  been  writing  for  the  last two weeks. So  now  I feel  like  writing.  But  nothing  is  ripen  enough in  my mind  to  be  wrtten over here. Anyway,  I'm  starting  with  the  'highlights(??)  of  my   last  week'. Even though  many   of  those  'highlights'  seems  silly  for  you,  they  all  are  HAPPENINGS  to  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had a  few  classes  in college. Two  of our  teachers  say  that their  portions  are over  and  so  they   are  not  coming  to class  these  days. Another  teacher  got  a fracture in  her  arm/leg (not  sure :))  and  so  she's  taking rest at  her  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even though  we're  having  frequent  mass bunk  in  college,  we  take care to  attend  PCE  classes regularly. But  this  week,  we'd  to  bunk  IC  class due  to  an  unusual,  unexpected  incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. With  friends,  went  for  watching  the  latest hit  malayalam movie - Chocolate. Movie  is  just ok.. An  average  movie. Not  soo..  good.  Most of  my  friends  disagree with  me in  this  case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Managed  to  get some  virus in to  my  system. Installed  McAfee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Had  grand  &lt;em&gt;Navarathri&lt;/em&gt;  celebrations. Kept  all  my  books  for  &lt;em&gt;pooja &lt;/em&gt;  officially :) .  On  &lt;em&gt;Vidyarambham&lt;/em&gt;,  joined for violin class. Was  in a  great  dilemma - should  I  continue my  music class,  which  I  dropped 4/5  years  back  or  should  I  join fresh  for  violin class. Having expert  opinion  from chettan,  finally  decided  to study  violin. Don't  know  how  frequently  I'll  be  able  to  attend  the  class :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  of  my  &lt;em&gt;changaathikoottam&lt;/em&gt;  friends  had  their  &lt;em&gt;arangettam&lt;/em&gt;  on  the  very  same  day. One  in &lt;em&gt;chendda&lt;/em&gt;  ant  the  other one  in classical  music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We  are  planning  to  go for  an   excursion from  my  class  to Kodaikanal  and  Hogenakkal  during  next  week. Every  arrangements  are  almost  finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This  is  the most  unusual, unexpected  incident  that  happened  to  me  last  week. It was  on sunday.  In the  very morning  itself,  I  got  a very  bad news  that  one of  my  friend's  elder brother  got  expired  in the  previous  night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-4874811657204032834?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4874811657204032834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4874811657204032834' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4874811657204032834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4874811657204032834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mind-says.html' title='My  mind  says...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6851101933217262671</id><published>2007-10-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:22:03.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After  1  year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I  joined  for  B.Tech course in GEC  on 9th  Oct. 2006. One year  back, college life seemed to be a  strange thing to me. Now, it has  changed  a  lot. Today,  we  had a   small  celebration  as  our first  anniversary day in CSE, GEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo  session in front  of  our department:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RwvO1tz--_I/AAAAAAAAADM/3I2t-lF1Fvw/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RwvO1tz--_I/AAAAAAAAADM/3I2t-lF1Fvw/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119412823662722034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I  can't  even believe  that  it  has  been one  year  since  we are together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time  is  flying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing BIG  happened in  my life   this  one year. Definitely, changes  are  there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of  all, changes at  home.... One  year  back, my  parents  and  myself  were  too  busy. My  mother  was  working in bank  and  reached  home almost on  all  days  at 7.00 pm.  And father  was  working away  and  was  not  used  to  come  home  daily. Those  days  were  really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During  those   days  I  was alone  in my  home  almost at all time. Coming  back from  school,  had  to  open   the  front door  of  house(-the  thing  which I  hated the  most-), remain a  lot  of  time  alone. Had to  make tea  and all  for helping amma,  who  used to  come  much  more tired after  her work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since achan  was not  here,  it  was  my  duty to  lock the  gate  in  the night  and  open it  in the morning. It's another  thing which  I  used  to hate a  lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  now  everything  has changed. Amma  opted for voluntary   retirement  and  now  she  is  enjoying  her  life. I'm  also enjoying  her  holidays.  Even though I  come  late  in  the  evening,  I'm  not unhappy. I  don't  have the  duty to  open the  door. Amma  would  be  there  waiting  for  me,  ready  with  tea or what ever I  want. She  would  be  ready  to hear  all  my college events. She  has  enough time to  spend  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achan got  a  transfer  and so  he can  join us  on all  days,  even  though he  reaches  here  only by  8 in the night. Really  happy  about  these all things. The  only  thing  missing  here  is  the presence  of  chettan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  of now,  the  only duty  assigned to me  at  home is  to  study (which I'm not  doing well:))&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I  don't  think  that  I've  improved  a  lot  in  my  acads  this year. But I  have  to... Could manage to  get admission in great  GEC.  Got  a  lot of  good  friends  there.  I'm sure  that  I  haven't  done  1st  year exams  well. Should  compensate   for that  atleast in the  coming  year.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As   far  as  I'm concerned,  no  big changes happened  to me  both  physically  and  mentally, this  year.. I'm   the  same old  Priya, whom you all know well. As  good  as   before.(?? -- it's  you  who have  to say  that :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything big  happened  in  your life  in the last  year?? I  know,  for many of  you  Oct.9th  might  not  be  relevant at  all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all  for  today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&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/8282297779107417163-6851101933217262671?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6851101933217262671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6851101933217262671' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6851101933217262671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6851101933217262671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-1-year.html' title='After  1  year....'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RwvO1tz--_I/AAAAAAAAADM/3I2t-lF1Fvw/s72-c/IMG_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-8561367905538342557</id><published>2007-10-06T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:49:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compsciz  rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This  post is  dedicated to  all   my  classmates  who  worked a  lot  for the success  of the event&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;After  a  long  interval  of  5  years  Comp.science  department  witnessed  a  grand fresher's  day  celebration  yesterday. Last year, we  didn't  get  a  fresher's  day party.  All  our  disappointments  over  that was  compensated by us  giving  a  fabulous,  colourful  party to  our  juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sep.13th,  our juniors came  and we  became  SENIORS. For  the  last 2  weeks  we  all  have been thinking  about how to  give them a  fresher's day  feast in  a  grand manner. Atlast,  yesterday  we  made it  a  thumbing  success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  divided  the  whole  junior  class  into 3  groups. The  full  programme  consisted of  many contests  and  games  among  these  groups. Each group  had  4  members  from our  class  too  so that  they  could  motivate   others  to take part in all items  and thus to  take  away  their  shyness.  We  were  really successful  in that  attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names  of   our rounds were  also interesting - Moke &amp; Make, Silver Screen, Symphony, Add Zap  and finally  Face Off.  In silver screen  they had to enact some comedy scenes  from  &lt;em&gt;Meleparambil  aanveedu&lt;/em&gt; and  &lt;em&gt;Inharihar nagar&lt;/em&gt;. It  was  really  interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  between,  we  had  filler  programmes  from our  class too.  Eatables  were  also  served.  Audience  were  the  judges,  who  had  been   given  with  the score sheets to  mark scores for  each  group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College union  leaders  were  very much  impressed  seeing our  programme list.  They  all  enjoyed  the  programme,  I  guess.  No  way  for  disliking  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really  proud  to  be  in such a  wonderful  class  of students  who  are  ready  to  do  anything  for  the  class,  under  the able  leadership  of  our  class representative - Sailesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself  and  Devidas  were  the  anchors. He was  excellent. Each  and  everyone  of  our  class   did  a very  good  job   yesterday.  We  all worked  hand in hand  for  it's  success. So much  happy that  I too  was a part of  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  in  all, "S3 Compsciz  rocked  the  day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  advice  to juniors/our moto  is  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G E C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;go  enjoy  campus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.1:  This  year,  we  are  the  first  department  in the  college  to conduct fresher's  day  celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.2: Actually  I  wish  I could  mention the names  of all  my friends  here.  But  then the post  will  be  so  long.  Hence  I'm  not  doing that.  &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/8282297779107417163-8561367905538342557?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/8561367905538342557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=8561367905538342557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8561367905538342557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8561367905538342557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/10/compsciz-rocks.html' title='Compsciz  rocks.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-9117595045355916983</id><published>2007-09-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:04:53.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20-20  vs.  50-50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Retd. colonel  Indhuchoodan  teaches  us  the  paper  &lt;em&gt;Switching  theory  and  logic  design&lt;/em&gt;.  He's  the  new  guest lecturer  in our   department. Last  day,  in  his  class  after  completing a  module,  we  had a  friendly   chat  with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  gave  us  a  study  class about &lt;em&gt;communication&lt;/em&gt;  and  talked  about  his  army  life also. An  excerpt  from his  talk -&lt;em&gt;"First  you  study  to  listen  others. Then only  you  can  command  others"&lt;/em&gt;.  We  had  a  debate  too - more  details  coming  along.  Many  of  my  classmates  actively  participated  in the  debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast  we  asked  about  his  family.  He  has the  world's  beautiful  wife and  2  beautiful  children(-his  own  words-). His  daughter  got  married!! All boys  became  desperate  :(   His  son  is  an  engineer  by  qualification,  but  now  working  as  a  journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out  of  curiosity,  representing  all  girls,  I  asked  him "Is  he  married ?"  The  whole class  burst  out  into  laughter. His  reply - " No,  he's  not. But  he  is  having 6 feet  2  inches  height.  Not at  all  matching  for  you all.."&lt;br /&gt;Much  more  desperate :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming  to the  title&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  debate was  on  this:  Is  there  any need  to  conserve our   traditional  50  overs  match??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  argument:  T20  matches  are  very much  enteratainable  to  all  ranging  from  small  children to  aged ones. It's   a  matter  of  only  3  hours. An ordinary  civilian(who's  not so  crazy over  sports) get  bored  by  this  50 over match. Another  argument is  that -- 50-50  matches are  meant  only for  making money by  ICC  or some other related  organisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second argument:  In  T20  a  bowler  gets  only  4 overs,  which  is  not  enough for  him  to prove  his  potential. T20 is explosive..but one can judge a player's real capability only in 50 over match. Considering this,  50 over  matches are  not to  be  killed.  Winning  T20  is  just out  of  fluke  or  luck.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  in  our  neighbourhood,  there is  an old man who's  very much crazy about  cricket matches. He  along with his  cute, little  grand daughter  comes  to my  home  almost on all  days. Yesterday we   had  a  talk  on this  topic.  He  strongly supports  50 overs match. According to  him,  a  good player  has nothing to  do  with  T20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting  this  before  you.  Let  us  have a debate in the  blogger world. Shall  start  with  my opinion.. "Short and  sweet  20-20"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Above  mentioned  neighbour is  having  2 televisions  at  his  home. One  for  him  to  watch cricket  and  the  other for  his  wife  to watch  mega (oh  sorry, giga) serials  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-9117595045355916983?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/9117595045355916983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=9117595045355916983' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/9117595045355916983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/9117595045355916983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/09/20-20-vs-50-50.html' title='20-20  vs.  50-50'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-8238335067369196576</id><published>2007-09-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:05:19.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We  are  the  CHAMPIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rvf4skUmyNI/AAAAAAAAACM/eQQpLtPDEGw/s1600-h/trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rvf4skUmyNI/AAAAAAAAACM/eQQpLtPDEGw/s400/trophy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113829346450524370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We  proved  it .... &lt;strong&gt;we  are  the  best&lt;/strong&gt;.  Atlast,  India  conquered  the  hearts  of  cricket  lovers  all  over  the  world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men  in  blue  under  Dhoni  proved  to  be  the  champions  by  beating  Pakisthan  in the  thrilling  match - T20.  Last  few  minutes  were  really  breath  taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India  rising  again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I  AM  REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  PROUD    TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; BE  AN  INDIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rvf4hkUmyMI/AAAAAAAAACE/XjleitHNS3M/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rvf4hkUmyMI/AAAAAAAAACE/XjleitHNS3M/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113829157471963330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-8238335067369196576?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/8238335067369196576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=8238335067369196576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8238335067369196576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8238335067369196576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-are-champions.html' title='We  are  the  CHAMPIONS'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rvf4skUmyNI/AAAAAAAAACM/eQQpLtPDEGw/s72-c/trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1840766404323120587</id><published>2007-09-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:57:52.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible  and  Horrible !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The  up  and  down journey  from  my home to  college is  becoming  more  and more terrible  and  horrible these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have  to  get  into the  bus  from  my  place  at  7.35 am. It's  the most  probable time. You  all  know  that  KSRTC  is notorious  in NOT  running  the  buses in correct  time. On  some  days  there  may not  be  the  usual  bus.&lt;br /&gt;The  crowd  in the  bus  is  really  unbelievable. May be  because  some other buses which  have  to go  earlier  are  not  running  in  proper  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my  bus-stop  itself,  there  will  be  a   good  rush. Most days  the  bus  reaches  here  in  a 'house-full'  condition  and  so  we  have to  succeed  in  the  struggle  for  getting into  the  bus. Once   got  into  it,  the  fight  inside the  bus  is much  more easier, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many  a  days,  the  driver won't  see  us  standing on the  road side,  stretching  our  hands(like  Jesus Christ). That  is  the  worst  condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the  evening,  after  PCE  classes I  reach  Thrissur  around  5.45,  which  is  the  peak time. In  the  return  journey  too  the  condition  is  not  better. I  reach  here in  my  home  around  6.30  in  the  evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another  thing  is the condition  of roads.  It's  really really  pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;Why these  Government   authorities  are not  bothered  about the  availability  of  buses during  the  peak time  and  the  maintenance  of  roads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATE  OF   STUDENTS   IN  PRIVATE  BUSES&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many  days, in  the  morning,  I  miss  the  college bus and  have  to  get a  private  bus  from  TCR  to  our  college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  group  of  people  whom I hate  a  looot  are  the  private  bus  conductors  and   cleaners.  I'm  really scared  of  their  villainish  look  and  cruel, merciless, shrill  voice(exceptions  are  there, but  very  rare).  I  wonder, they have  got  training  for  this !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  look upon  the students  as  some  inferior   creatures,  only  because  we give  them  concession  charge. But  we should  really  appreciate  the  way  they  'pack'  the  students  in  the  bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  word  came  in  my mind  for  describing  the  condition in  a  line bus  is 'concentration  camps'.  We  have  read  about  that  in  History   paper  of  school  portions (under  the  title - French war). It's  not  an  apt  word  in  this  context,  but  the  2  conditons  are  really  comparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Entirely  different  topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  days  back,  one among  my  friends  showed  me  a book  which  give a description  on  how  to  become  a  good  blogger. And  told  me  that he's  getting prepared  to  start  a  blog, after  reading  it. Today,  he  announced  that  we  can  expect  his  blog launch  at  any  time  with in  these  2  days.  He has  gone  through  that  book,  I  think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually  when he  told  me  about  the book  and  studying  it,  I  thought  of  asking  him   that  book. After  some time,  I  felt - there  is  no  need  of  it.  Now  I'm  re-thinking -- Is  there  any  need  of  studying  blogging 'scientifically',  with  rules  and  regulations? I  don't  think  so.  May  be useful. I don't  know.   What you  all  say  about  this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  above  mentioned  guy  has  got a  good  description  ability, good  language  and  vocabulary. He  said  he's  in  search of  a  sensational(creating  'kolilakkam') topic  for a good  start. I  hope  that  his  work  will  be  really  good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't  know if  he  will  read  this  or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1840766404323120587?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1840766404323120587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1840766404323120587' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1840766404323120587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1840766404323120587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/09/terrible-and-horrible.html' title='Terrible  and  Horrible !!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1480001036646367498</id><published>2007-09-09T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:17:27.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homely  get together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It  was  a  great day  for  all of us. I  mean  for all  my  gang  of  friends,  including  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  were  planning  a  get together  in  my  home  since  last  month. At last,  they  all  decided  to  come  over  here today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  be  frank,  my  parents  were a  little  scared  about  'how  to  treat  all these 20 children?' The  only  demand of  my  friends  were  a  good  veg. sadhya  and  a  homely  get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  reached  here  by  11.00  in  the  morning. My  amma   could  recognise ALL  of  them  and  told  their  names  too(from  my  day to day  description on  college  routines) . Even  Achan  was  also  not  that bad.  He  told  their  native places  and  profession  of  parents(-areas  where  he   is  interested-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had  some  chit-chats  with  my  parents.  Then  we went  to my fathers's  ancestral  home  by  walk. Walked through  many  plantain  plantations and  along  the  river  side. Spent a  little time  with  my  grand mother  there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In   the  return  journey  also,  we  opted for  short-cut  way  and  so climbed  over one  compound  wall  on  our  way. The  journey  was  really  interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent  a  looot  time in  the  'kadavu'  of 'Kurumali'  river.  Played  in  water,  sat in  that  'kadavu',  took  photos. They  all  told  me  that  they   loved  the  place  so  much. Returned  back  to  home  in a  satisfaction that  I could  show  them  the  beauty  of  Nellayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we  had  lunch. I  hope the 'sadya'  was  up  to  thier  expectations. Everything  was  prepared from  here  only.  We  had  arranged  a  fullfledged  sadhya with  paayasam  and  all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  that  we  played  anthaakshari  sitting  in front  of  my  sweet  home,  met  some  of  my  friends here  in  my  village(changathikoottam  friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RuVdH6uK4VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yOkuxVzaMm8/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 15px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RuVdH6uK4VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yOkuxVzaMm8/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108591742925070674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the  evening,  we  had  tea  with  'pazhampori'  and  parippuvada'.  As  the  end of  the  event(Kalaassakottu),  we    sung  songs  together. At around  5.00  in  the  evening  they  returned  back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone  in  this  locality  knew  about our  get together. Somebody  asked  my  friends "What's  there  going  on  in  Priya's  house?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  so  happy  that all  my  friends  came(may  be  because  of  my  threteaning - "vannillenkil  njan  pinangum" :)). Thank you  all.. My  parents  also  liked  them  so  much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm  sure  that  they also  liked  my  parents,  Nellayi  and  all  other  nellayiyans :)   Some  of  them   were  telling  my  parents  to  come  with  our  class  excursion(unofficial one, without  permission) as   guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing  more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye  for  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1480001036646367498?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1480001036646367498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1480001036646367498' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1480001036646367498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1480001036646367498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/09/homely-get-together.html' title='Homely  get together.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RuVdH6uK4VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yOkuxVzaMm8/s72-c/IMG_1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6238103013001978387</id><published>2007-08-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:08:44.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onam...Ponnonam ..'Continued'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not  only in  college,  here  in  my home  and  village  also  I  had  a  grand onam  celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here  in  Nellayi, we've  a  gang  of friends  called  'Changathikoottam'. The  gang  members  range  from  KG  students  to  college student(that's  I :)).   We 6  elder  members  are  the   leaders  and   all  others   subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  'Thiruvonam'  we  made 'pookkalam'  in front  of  the  temple, next  to  my house.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RthbH6uK4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/-Z-txt4czwA/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RthbH6uK4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/-Z-txt4czwA/s400/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104930369204576546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we  went  to  a  nearby  temple  by  our  own  cycles.  We  had  made  every  arrangements  for  'kummattikali'  on  the  very  same  day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  onasadhya, everybody  gathered  here  and  made  kummatties  ready  with  their  make-up   and all.  There  were  3  kummatties  and  1  maveli.  We  went  to  all the  near-by  houses  and  got  a  collection, which  was  not  that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many children  joined us  in  our  'kummatti' song  and  enjoyed.  From  many  houses  we got   banana chips, raw  banana, ada (dont  know the  correct english  name. Sweet   steam  cake   might  be  correct)  etc.  In  the  evening, we   returned  back    and  had    all  those eatables  we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Our  gang  with  kummatties  infront  of  my  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RthaKquK4RI/AAAAAAAAABY/HuS3RrLyqNs/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RthaKquK4RI/AAAAAAAAABY/HuS3RrLyqNs/s400/IMG_0879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104929316937589010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  the 2-nd  Onam,  we  organized  an  'Onakkali'- i.e.,  some  games  and  competitions  for   children. Everybody  except  we 6, having  'changathikoottam'  badge,  participated in musical  chair, spoon race, eating  neem leaf etc. We  gave  away  prizes  for  all  winners  and  a  special prize  for  'over-all'  champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many  parents  were  also  there. The  event  turned out  to  be  a great success. The  appreciations  we  got  for  'kummatti'  and  'onakkali'  were  beyond  our  expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  third day(3-rd onam), we   had  arranged  2  sets of  'Thiruvathirakkali'.  One  by  senior  gang (which  incudes all  mothers  of  this  locality)  and the  other  by  junior  gang(that  includes  me  and  my friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  I  was a  part  of  the Thiruvathirakkali,  couldn't  take  a photo  of  it  in  my  camera :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  in  all,  'Changathikoottam'  rocked  during  these  holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm   really   happy  and  proud  to  say   that  the  center   of  every  dicussions  regarding the  celebration   happened  to  be  my  home. Decision  making   and  execution  were   also  done  here  itself.   May  be  because  my  parents  are  also  interested  in   these  enjoyments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  most  sad  thing  is  that  we  all  have  to  wait  1  long  year  for  the  next  onam  to  come.  I, amma,  achan  and  all  my  friends  here  expect  and  wish  the  presence  of  my  chettan  during  our  next  onam  celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing  off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This  post  is  dedicated  to  Karthik  anna(Black  is  beautiful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-6238103013001978387?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6238103013001978387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6238103013001978387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6238103013001978387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6238103013001978387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/08/onamponnonam-continued.html' title='Onam...Ponnonam ..&apos;Continued&apos;'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RthbH6uK4SI/AAAAAAAAABg/-Z-txt4czwA/s72-c/IMG_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-258225741243777653</id><published>2007-08-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:46:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onam...Ponnonam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div allign="justify"&gt;Today we  had  our  Onam celebration  in   college.  Really   superb, fantastic, fabulous, amazing.... etc.  the  celebration    was.   Simply   'great'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the  morning, we  made  'pookkalam' in  our  class.  In front  of our   department, there was another  big  one, made  by our  super seniors. Helped with   that  too. Here  is  it--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rs3Tb6uK4PI/AAAAAAAAABI/tbW264-2fL0/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rs3Tb6uK4PI/AAAAAAAAABI/tbW264-2fL0/s400/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101966429453476082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  that,  we'd  many  interesting  games (like musical chair  and 'vellam kudi matsaram'). There  were  crackers  .  Then  comes the most important part - 'Onasadhya',  with  all  the  dishes  and  2 kinds of  'paayasam'.  Our  seniors  served  to  us  and  we  served them back. Really  a  good  experience  it  was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After  that,  we  had  some  chit-chats  and  returned  home  happilly, without having  any  bitter thoughts of our  series  exams  that  finished  yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all  for  today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  can expect one more post  related to  'Onam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.1:  It  is  our seniors  who made  the  event such  a   great success. So, this   post is  dedicated  to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.2: Advance  "Happy Onam"  wishes  to  all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-258225741243777653?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/258225741243777653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=258225741243777653' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/258225741243777653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/258225741243777653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/08/onamponnonam.html' title='Onam...Ponnonam..'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rs3Tb6uK4PI/AAAAAAAAABI/tbW264-2fL0/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-8693139568865989764</id><published>2007-08-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:35:44.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What  makes life  100%?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more  week  passed, without making any big changes in my routine. A small diversion  came  for  it a  couple of days back, when  I  was caught  by a slight fever. Not soooo  slight. Went to a hospital and the  nurse there gave me a 'flu shot'(injection):( . Doctor  prescribed  sooo many tablets... Most  probably  I'll   be going for class tomorrow.  Thats  all   special  about last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WARM WELCOME  to  the  upcoming  week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming to the title of the post - What makes life 100%? ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read  the  folowing from  somewhere. May  be  some  of  you  have read it earlier. Anyway, I liked it and  decided to scribble  down it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Let  A,B,C,...,Z  have the  values  1,2,...,26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  make  100%??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork --  H + A + R + D + W + O + R + k = 8 + 1 + 18 + 4 + 23 + 15 + 18 + 11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge -- K + N + O + W + L + E + D + G + E = 11 + 14 + 15 + 23 + 12 + 5 + 4 + 7 + 5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love -- L + O + V + E = 12 + 15 + 22 + 5 = 54% (- Very poor -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck -- L + U + C + K = 12 + 21 + 3 + 11 = 47% (- Don't  most of  us think this  is most important? -)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money -- M + O + N + E + Y = 13 + 15 + 14 + 5 + 25 = 72%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership -- L + E + A + D + E + R + S + H + I + P = 12 + 5 + 1 + 4 + 5 + 5 + 18 + 19 + 9 + 16 = 89%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes 100%??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTITUDE&lt;/strong&gt; -- A + T + T + I + T + U + D + E = 1 + 20 + 20 + 9 + 20 + 21 + 4 + 5 ==&lt;strong&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S  OUR  ATTITUDE  TOWARDS  OUR  LIFE  AND  WORK  THAT  MAKES OUR  LIFE 100%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is  everything.&lt;br /&gt;Change  your  attitude....And  you  change  your  life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's  all  for  today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&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/8282297779107417163-8693139568865989764?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/8693139568865989764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=8693139568865989764' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8693139568865989764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/8693139568865989764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-makes-life-100.html' title='What  makes life  100%?'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-2281560895291876684</id><published>2007-08-03T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:28:36.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An  EVENTFUL  day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, as usual,  in the morning went  to college and  had our first hour - maths class.  Next two hours,  we were  free. As  the  coming  sunday is  Friendship day, we  had  a plan to  celebrate it today. We  all exchanged  &lt;em&gt;frienship  bands&lt;/em&gt;  and  all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 weeks  back,  we  10-15  from our class had  decided  to plant some  trees in front  of our Department  and  got some seedlings  ready to be planted . We were asked to  get  an approval  from the teacher, who is in charge of  campus  beautification. At last, today  we  got the approval.  We planted 5-6 plants  and  gave them a protection   barrier too. Thus, we managed  to execute  the  first step  of algorithm - "How  to  make a seedling grow  to a  big tree"  properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the   afternoon  we  had  no classes. So we  decided  to celebrate &lt;em&gt;Friendship  Day&lt;/em&gt;. But  we  had  no  plan on 'how  to  celebrate?'  Always we  used to  have  instantaneous  plans. All of us  decided  to visit  'Anappaara', a beautiful place  2-3  kms  away from our  college. Around  20 of my friends were  with  me. We  walked  for almost 1 km and then got a bus and reached Anappaara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  beauty of the  place lies in the big big rocks. On the top  there  is a huge  rock, which  looks  like  an  elephant. We all climbed the hill and reached  a plain  surface. We kept our bags and chappals there. Looking up, we were  much more confused--'should  we go up or go  down?'  That  much steep  was the climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  all, except 3  girls and 1 boy, were  ready to  take much more  challenges and started  the  adventurous  climbing.  To be frank, I didn't find it  as a  tiresome job. I  and  two  of  my  friends (Tony  and  Bristo) were  the  first to reach  the  top  of  all  rocks  and  finally  we &lt;em&gt;conquered the  peak of  Anappaara&lt;/em&gt;. Within  a few  minutes, rest  of us  reached  the  top and felt  we were  on  the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight  from there  was  really amazing.  Fantastic place  it is!!  I  wished  I had my  camera  with  me :(   We could  see the whole  Thrissur and  our  campus  from  there. We  spent there  some time and   took some photos(mobile ph. cameras). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there  was  a chance  of  raining, we started  getting  down,  which was a little   more  hard. I  managed  to  get down the hill without the  help  of  others. Some of  my  friends found  it really hard  to  get down. We  all  reached  down  safely, had a short visit  to Vivek's  house and  walked  towards the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining. Oh, it  was like nature pouring anger to somebody. Such a heavy rainfall it  was!! Thank God, by that  time we  all reached down. There  was  a strong  wind  too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a  few minutes, we  were  wet as if  we  had  a  bath  in  rain. At that  time, I  had  some nostalgic  feeling.  My  mind   peeped into  the thoughts  of  my younger  days, while I and  my  chettan  used  to  run  and  have  bath  in  rain. Everybody  cursed  the rain. But, I was very  very  happy, in the thouhts  of    seedlings we  planted  in  the morning. Got into  a  bus and reached home at the  usual  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for  the  first time  in my life, I celebrated friendship  day. And it gave me  a  fabulous and  unforgettable experience with an  adventurous  trip and   could  do something for  our  college on  the  very same day. I'm  really really  happy  about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 1: The  place  is  really so  beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;    2: I  could  see the  love, unity  and care  for  friendship  among  ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;    3: As a  consequence of  our trip, now the  whole body is paining very much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-2281560895291876684?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/2281560895291876684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=2281560895291876684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2281560895291876684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2281560895291876684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/08/eventful-day.html' title='An  EVENTFUL  day.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-6713188528308423508</id><published>2007-07-26T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:25:38.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply  CONFUSING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today  Pramode sir gave  us  some assignments  -- just to go through  some links and find  out  some  answers. Almost all the  links  he  gave contain  the  advantages of Free Software  and  obviously the  disadvantages  of  M$  Windows :)  Had  a look  at some  of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir  has asked  us to read  about  the history  of  Unix and all. I  was searching for that. And I  saw a  link which is  damn  confusing.   &lt;a href="http://www.levenez.com/unix/history.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;  it  is. I  doubt anyone  other  can give a  more  complicated   description  than  this!!  Seeing it (not  read), I  felt it  interesting  to  give  you  people  a chance for  reading (??)  it and  getting  confused :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How  is  it ?  Is  it not interesting ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-6713188528308423508?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/6713188528308423508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=6713188528308423508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6713188528308423508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/6713188528308423508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/07/simply-confusing_26.html' title='Simply  CONFUSING.'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4731929364654078909</id><published>2007-07-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:25:30.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition  from  a  'Villain'  to a 'Heroine'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I'm  planning  to  write about an incident that happened yesterday. It's  like  a  story, which is  having  a  happy climax. In the evening, I was sitting with my  parents, in the sit-out of our house. Meanwhile, my father  could  figure out some  sounds near the corner  of our compound wall.  It was a  bird (probably mother bird) sitting there  calmly with  its  11 children. It had  some  similarity with a  duck !! I  hurried  to  take their photo. Took 2-3 snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RqTeZ6oJynI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1PketKSaLUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RqTeZ6oJynI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1PketKSaLUQ/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090438015651269234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  getting a '&lt;em&gt;close-up&lt;/em&gt;', I went  nearer. They should have got scared by me and  my camera-flash, since the  parent  bird flew away with a  high speed. Actually, I was  the one  who got scared the  most and  ran back, with a fear of  bird's attack,  to where  my parents stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now  all  the  11 children remained inside our compound and the parent got trapped on the road(road with  no  traffic :)) next to our house, not  knowing  where his/her children were.. Within 2-3 minutes crows surrounded  the  area  with a  thirst of attacking the kids, who were like  orphans then. We protected them  by throwing  stones  at crows. After a short interval of time, we  could see another big bird on the road with  the first one. Should  be its '&lt;em&gt;life-partner&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlast, my father decided to  take the  babies  one by one to the  road. He could shift  one child to  the  road. Meanwhile, hearing the noise of  their children, both  the   parents flew  back  to our compound. So, now the condition  became worse -- One child outside  and all  the  other family  members together inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our effort in search of the '&lt;em&gt;odd one out&lt;/em&gt;' were in vain. I and my mother were  observing (from our  terrace) the   desperate family, wandering  in search of the missing one. I  prayed  a  lot for the union  of the  family. I was  melting like a candle, since  I  felt -- it  was because of  me  they had  such a bad  fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were  walking to and  fro near our  boundary. We  too  had a parallel  path on our  terrace corresponding to  their motion, eager  to  know 'what is going to  happen'. How  caring  the parents  are..One among the parents  walked in front, then the babies, finally  the other big bird (couldn't identify the gender), seemingly to resist attack from  both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RqTpC6oJypI/AAAAAAAAABA/PzauOWRPlbM/s1600-h/IMG_0695-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RqTpC6oJypI/AAAAAAAAABA/PzauOWRPlbM/s400/IMG_0695-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090449715142183570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Parents with 10 children-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climax: After a long time, we could  see the missing one on the  road. My father was not at home at  that  time, and  we both  were  not  ready to take a  bird  in  our hands. We became  bewildered not knowing 'what to do?'.  Meanwhile, a  stranger  passed the  way by  cycle. We stopped  him and  requested him to help  us.  He took the  kid and carried it  to his/her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all  became happy. Thus we  could  see   the  happy family with parents and all  the 11 children. Actually, I  wished  to take a '&lt;em&gt;family photo&lt;/em&gt;', but was  not daring enough to go near  them, as  there was  a  chance of having a 'personal  grudge' against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their minds and face would have filled  with joy (- my assumption-). For a  long time, we  could  hear them  making noise in glee. Would have celebrated well.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough  I  had  a  role  of 'villain' in the initial  stage, in the  climax  I was  one  among the  heroines (the other one -- my amma :)).&lt;br /&gt;There  ends the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now we are not sure about what kind of bird it is..Someone  said -it is duck. The other claims are 'Kulakozhi' and 'Eranda'.(dont know the english names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I want  to  write one more thing, which  is an  entirely  different subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Today  I had my first  class  at  Pramode sir's  IC. We had  a  casual  talk with him -- just an informal  one. We  were allowed  to ask questions  for  which he gave answers. We all  have  many  expectations. Hope those  all  expectations will  be fulfilled  by  us with his help. Will write more about PCE classes later, knowing  about  it a  bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I tried to shorten the post, but  couldn't  cutshort 'the story'. Apologize  me  if it bored  you.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-4731929364654078909?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4731929364654078909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4731929364654078909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4731929364654078909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4731929364654078909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/07/transition-from-villain-to-heroine.html' title='Transition  from  a  &apos;Villain&apos;  to a &apos;Heroine&apos;...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RqTeZ6oJynI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1PketKSaLUQ/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-7769776393677427929</id><published>2007-07-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T06:35:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  blank  mind (???)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was  my  decision  to put atleast  one post in a  week. Seven  days  have passed since  I  wrote the  last  post. I intend to stick on  to  my decision. So, it's  time to  write something over  here. But, I'm  not having anything in my mind, which is  ready  enough to  be written. To  be frank, my mind is blank -- a  feeling of emptiness masks my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, got the  topic !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it  possible  for a person to remain a short interval of time without  having  any  thoughts??? I mean, I doubt if it is possible to  have a '&lt;em&gt;null&lt;/em&gt;' state of mind. Is this state of mind, called  meditation ?? I dont know. If  that is meditation, I'm sure that  I cant meditate. It  is not possible  for me to remain  &lt;em&gt;thoughtless&lt;/em&gt; even for a few seconds. I  dont think  that it is possible for others too. May  be possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Science,  we've  studied "&lt;em&gt;vacuum  fills  the  space&lt;/em&gt;". Vacuum  is  filling emptiness. Just like that, the  thought of 'no thoughts' fills  our mind, if we are not involved in some other thoughts. Right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today!!! Otherwise, working out a  solution for this paradox will push me in  to a state of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, today I'd  a  plan  only  to put a  nice(??)  picture. Here  it  is ....&lt;br /&gt;A photo of a beautiful  flower (from our garden), taken today evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rpu7k4rx6_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/dcgucF5iD9I/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rpu7k4rx6_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/dcgucF5iD9I/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087866446410804210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: So, my mind was not fully  blank, since it had a  thought of blankness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-7769776393677427929?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/7769776393677427929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=7769776393677427929' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7769776393677427929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/7769776393677427929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/07/blank-mind.html' title='A  blank  mind (???)'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/Rpu7k4rx6_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/dcgucF5iD9I/s72-c/IMG_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-1250648337593405263</id><published>2007-07-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:41:33.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah  TAJ  Wah !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://infohost.nmt.edu/~rastogis/Photos/TAJ%20MAHAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://infohost.nmt.edu/~rastogis/Photos/TAJ%20MAHAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day  before yesterday, ie on 7-7-07,  our TAJ MAHAL  has been declared  as  the 7th  wonder  of world. Yes, it  proved  to be the  apt  date  for  announcing  7 wonders  of  world. Otherwise, we  would  have to  wait for  another  100  years  for  such  an awesome  date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campaign for  the  selection  of  7  wonders  of modern  world was  launched  by SWISS  group. In the intial  stage 200 nominations  were got. As  you  all know,  the  selection  was  done  by  a  global poll through  SMS and internet. A  criticism  now  arised  is  that  this  campaign, selection  and  all  was  did only  for  the private  profits/benefits  of Swiss  group  and a  number  of  mobile  phone  companies, among  which  Airtel is  the  most benefited  one  in India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Swiss  is  not  an authorised  or  accepted  organisation like  UNESCO, this  claim  may be  true. Even  if  the  rumour  is true, the  selection is  wholly  based  on votes made  by  the  people all  over the world. And the  outcome of  the campaign  turned  favourable  to  us, Indians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus  one  more feather  to  the  crown  of  Indian  heritage and India.  TAJ proved  to  be the  pride  of  India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets give a grand salute to Swiss too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj Mahal (a.k.a  Valentines Mahal)  can be  literally  called  as  a  monument  of  love. I  wonder  how  much  did  Shah Jahan  love Mumtaz, for  he  made  such a beautiful monument in  memory  of  his  loving  wife. It is  known  as  a  beautiful  romantic  poem  written  in  white marble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 reasons which made the  name of  Taj confirmed in the list of  wonders -- I  read  this in an  article. Eventhough all  have similar meaning, it  seemed interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taj is the  symbol of love forever.&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj is the  symbol of sacrifycing  life  to  someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Taj is the  symbol of peace.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taj is the  symbol of pride  and  honor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Taj is the  symbol of purity.&lt;br /&gt;6. Taj is the  symbol of beauty and  perfection.&lt;br /&gt;7. Taj is the  symbol of dream.&lt;br /&gt;8. Taj is the  symbol of dedication.&lt;br /&gt;9. Taj is the  symbol of Indian heritage.&lt;br /&gt;10.Taj is the  TAJ OF INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RpGRmPC_wzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GoaOCC7CNo/s1600-h/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RpGRmPC_wzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GoaOCC7CNo/s320/p5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085005540338156338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years back, me with my  father infront of  TAJ MAHAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAJ, Hatsoff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.1: Dedicated  to  all  those  who  voted for  TAJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-1250648337593405263?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/1250648337593405263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=1250648337593405263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1250648337593405263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/1250648337593405263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah-taj-wah.html' title='Wah  TAJ  Wah !!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PsIPeFJjxV0/RpGRmPC_wzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GoaOCC7CNo/s72-c/p5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-2469592976027541514</id><published>2007-07-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:37:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How  'Blessed'  we  are !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;heart touching &lt;/em&gt;incident happened 2-3 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;I had my first year university exam on that day. Got in to a bus from Thrissur to my college. I took a side seat, which I always prefer and was observing everything that I could see through the window. A heavy rain was shot unexpectedly so that I'd to close my window and gave in to the frightening thoughts of exam That day I had Mechanics paper .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after some time a lady got in to the bus with a small girl. She may be 4 or 5. She looked so smart and cute. Let us call her &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt;. They took the seat next to me, which was the only one unoccupied. I think &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt; was not in a good mood, as she started fighting with her mother. She wanted to sit in the front seat . She wailed so loudly that everybody in the bus had a notice over her. Her attack was offered even to me !! But, I love her. Really, she looked so innocent, with that bobbed hair and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt; became calm, I'd a friendly talk with that lady. I was shocked to hear from her that the kid is a mentally challenged girl. She is studying in a &lt;em&gt;special training school&lt;/em&gt;. That mother explained me about the school and the children there.From her talk, I could make it -- &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt; has enough IQ (Doctors told this), but she is not able to communicate with others. Can identify things, but cant reproduce her feelings and thoughts. She is not able to play with other children of her own age. She told ( with all her feelings in those words ) that no doctors and no tests could diagnose the actual problem with her child. Since the child's IQ level is ok, no medicines can be given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which will help is to talk with&lt;em&gt; Ammu&lt;/em&gt; more and more making her know how to communicate and reply. She told the girl has improved a lot with in the last 1 year, during which she spent most of her time in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time for me to leave the bus came, I called &lt;em&gt;Ammu&lt;/em&gt;, to which she had no response. Then I touched her face and said 'bye', waving my hands. To my surprise, she waved me back and had a sunny smile on her face. That smile could even sweep away my fear for exam (Even though, the paper was very tough :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mother's words were not that emotional. She didnt curse her fate. May be because she got accustommed to her present condition. But, I could feel her intense love for her child (all mothers are alike !! ). She is longing, expecting and working sincerely to make her child capable of joining in an ordinary school, playing with many friends etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us hope that will happen in another 3 or 4 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm thinking &lt;em&gt;how blessed / lucky ( meant for atheists) we all are. &lt;/em&gt;Right ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-2469592976027541514?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/2469592976027541514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=2469592976027541514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2469592976027541514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/2469592976027541514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-blessed-we-are.html' title='How  &apos;Blessed&apos;  we  are !!!'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-9209785619341074788</id><published>2007-06-24T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:19:39.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manju (- Mist -)</title><content type='html'>Though I started blogging with ' &lt;em&gt;It Starts Raining&lt;/em&gt; ', todays' is my first&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;fullfledged' &lt;/em&gt;post -- manju. That day I started just for a name sake. In&lt;br /&gt;the second post also, I have a similar title as that of first one - '&lt;em&gt;manju',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is a relative of hailstone , raindrops ( obviously cool ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, &lt;em&gt;Manju&lt;/em&gt; is a very short novel by M.T.   I completed&lt;br /&gt;reading it two days back. It is a nice one. It is short too, which makes&lt;br /&gt;it more nice to me :) The whole story has a few number of characters&lt;br /&gt;in it , which is even countable with our hands ( I mean the fingers ).&lt;br /&gt;Taking each chapter indvidually, we'll be pushed down into a confused&lt;br /&gt;state of mind. Everything described there seems vague to me-a foggy&lt;br /&gt;picture of every character , except that of Vimala Teacher (heroine)&lt;br /&gt;around whom the whole story rotates. But as a whole , the novel&lt;br /&gt;seems to be crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get any message (a moral one !!) or something like that from&lt;br /&gt;its reading. Neither it offered a happy mood nor a tragic mood. But&lt;br /&gt;a good feeling (???) was given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told, this is my first&lt;em&gt; fullfledged&lt;/em&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm a beginner, there is a probability (approximately equal to one)&lt;br /&gt;of me making mistakes, which are to be pointed out by you people for&lt;br /&gt;improvising my posts and writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Watch 'Weather forecast' to know when will the 'cool rain drops'&lt;br /&gt;will be showered on you the next time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;mazha peyyukayo , peyyathirikkukayo cheyyam "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared with a strong enough umbrella for, the precipitation have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'hailstones' &lt;/em&gt;along with the '&lt;em&gt;cool rain drops'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Hailstone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-9209785619341074788?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/9209785619341074788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=9209785619341074788' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/9209785619341074788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/9209785619341074788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/06/manju-mist.html' title='Manju (- Mist -)'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8282297779107417163.post-4672370262314136073</id><published>2007-06-21T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T03:16:01.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Starts Raining...</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  too joined in your community.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for a heavy "Rainfall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off ,&lt;br /&gt; Hailstone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8282297779107417163-4672370262314136073?l=coolraindrops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/feeds/4672370262314136073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8282297779107417163&amp;postID=4672370262314136073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4672370262314136073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8282297779107417163/posts/default/4672370262314136073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolraindrops.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-starts-raining.html' title='It Starts Raining...'/><author><name>Hailstone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719608366933766517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
