<?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-4242351650045325982</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:37:43.625Z</updated><category term='77 fiction'/><category term='tHoUgHtS....'/><category term='gOnE mAd'/><category term='wIsHeS'/><category term='childhood nutties'/><category term='mokai samiyar'/><category term='I HaVeFeELiNgS tOo'/><category term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><category term='iNsPiRaTiOnAl'/><category term='aiyo aiyo'/><category term='adyar amarkalam'/><category term='stuart'/><category term='comedy piece'/><category term='cartoonists'/><category term='college'/><category term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category term='SeNtI'/><category term='55 fiction'/><category term='UK timez'/><category term='HaPpY'/><category term='GuEsT'/><title type='text'>cartoonists....</title><subtitle type='html'>Disclaimer : All characters and facts present in the blog are true and fictious, any resemblence might be purely confusing or a coincidence
as the aim of the blog is to show that the blogger is drunk but very clear when writing!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-696118009308946818</id><published>2011-01-08T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:53:00.739Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>sTaTe Of ArT - WoRk OuT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The mention of two words send sparks, fear, hype and all other exclamation across the world. one - Obesity and the other HaRy. This post is not going to be about the second word as most of the blog readers would skip to the next famous post otherwise. Obesity can result in a wide range of diseases like " bending down and still not being able to see your own shoe" , " No special carriers for theme park rides" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now work out is the best way to shed some calories and money.There are numerous fitness centers,gyms, all over the city. And 1 out of 7 people hit the gym. But do you do it right? Where there is a will there is a way. Not sure why I put that in, for a moment I thought I was writing an inspirational post. Anyways there is a procedure for everything and so does the work out regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I explain the procedure let me introduce Saraku (booze) alias Saravanan. He belongs to the humble Adyar guys room. He works in a tube light company or otherwise WIPRO as a idle Manager. His part time activities include travelling back and forth to office, inspirational speeches to "The great walls of Adyar" and also room account maintenance. Lately he has taken up working out as the prime interest and his passion has driven him haywire. Way enough to make a video for all the fitness aspirants around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him an idea to publish on my blog considering the popularity I have (or rather gain). So before you watch this video, please I warn you "THE STUNTS PERFORMED IN THIS VIDEO ARE COMPILED BY EXPERT COMEDIAN" , the author is not responsible for any biceps or six pack which may result in after this terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;   Please share your comments once you have made your workout fruitful after watching this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9624f890cded5a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9624f890cded5a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FEE5DA1C0F5C2A5DFDFC7A54545F6B48AF68A36.7A1BDEE51EAB53035B119E15D9A78B10D6A4EBED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9624f890cded5a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPLnvqn_b9JhA6kVxbnJQMkMsxl0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9624f890cded5a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FEE5DA1C0F5C2A5DFDFC7A54545F6B48AF68A36.7A1BDEE51EAB53035B119E15D9A78B10D6A4EBED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9624f890cded5a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPLnvqn_b9JhA6kVxbnJQMkMsxl0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do you do it right then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-696118009308946818?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d6f45d0127872ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=39eb5dfe50e205fe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/696118009308946818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=696118009308946818&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/696118009308946818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/696118009308946818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2011/01/state-of-art-work-out.html' title='sTaTe Of ArT - WoRk OuT'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1933231015578918404</id><published>2010-12-23T07:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:31:45.567Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood nutties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>SaNtA BaNtA &amp; 55eR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied in a christian school where Christmas celebration is bliss.Long back when I was a kid ( doesn't mean am old now) , during one Christmas eve I remember this particular comic incident and mega tragedy. My head PT master dressed up as Santa and started throwing in Chocolates to all the kids, as usual me a choc maniac grabbed as much as I can and tucked in my pocket. Once the bag of chocolates got over(though there were many kids), our Mr.Santa blasted HO HO HO across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I gave idea to the kids that Santa has hidden a couple of chocolates in his tummy. So as the leader of the pack, we invaded Santa's stomach. I hate to tell how the red outfit changed in few mins. I had to come to school after Christmas as a token of love punishment - Cleaning the mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a dumb 55er to keep you all lazy busy fizy dizzy .&lt;br /&gt;.-------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553777322257145938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TRL7DKbB4FI/AAAAAAAAKYY/E9a1gQ2_eNQ/s200/55fiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita turned around, Rahul was least bothered. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rahul was full of dreams, Let him dream - angrily she took the weapon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She would make him listen to her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All her energy and shouting in vain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She wanted to teach him a lesson!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She moved to beat him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUZZZZ ! Rahul picked his school bag and left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1933231015578918404?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1933231015578918404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1933231015578918404&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1933231015578918404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1933231015578918404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-banta-55er.html' title='SaNtA BaNtA &amp; 55eR'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TRL7DKbB4FI/AAAAAAAAKYY/E9a1gQ2_eNQ/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-4783514160566764393</id><published>2010-12-09T11:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:00:06.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy piece'/><title type='text'>55 FiCtIoN - PuNcH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;             I have mastered the art of disappearing very easily. One of the reasons why I disappeared from the blogs ville for some time. My Dad used to take me to the exhibition when I was a kid and I used to hide somewhere .My Dad would go nuts in search of me. This went on for sometime until once, he did the same thing and I got scared to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I watch a lot of Kollywood movies this is a masala kind of introduction to show the masses that am Back from rehab and will start to haunt and tickle you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chance ! This was his only chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his hard work , put to test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punch could change his day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lunged forward with fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands sweaty as they got ready to punch heavily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his target and strained his brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mental pressure than a physical one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Punched the 4 digits on the ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invalid Pin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-4783514160566764393?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4783514160566764393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=4783514160566764393&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4783514160566764393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4783514160566764393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/12/55-fiction-punch.html' title='55 FiCtIoN - PuNcH'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7742516660442823911</id><published>2010-09-23T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:53:19.846+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>55 FiCtIOn - DrEaDeD PaCkAgE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet another 55 fiction which denotes am very jobless but quite busy at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With great difficulty and, sweating profusely he completed his climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden enormous enough to rip his pant apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arc shaped package in front, haunted him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate as it was, He repented for developing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried hiding it in vain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was the reason, he had grabbed attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His FAT STOMACH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all my plump amigos, nothing wrong in being fat :)! Its why you stand apart... no offence meant though if some one did get annoyed, I would suggest to get angry at the blog author who is blabbering right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7742516660442823911?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7742516660442823911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7742516660442823911&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7742516660442823911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7742516660442823911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/09/yet-another-55-fiction-which-denotes-am.html' title='55 FiCtIOn - DrEaDeD PaCkAgE !'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1953598498209289086</id><published>2010-09-03T11:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:10:36.539+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SeNtI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood nutties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><title type='text'>sOrRy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.offthemarkcartoons.com/cartoons/2005-06-21.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this special occasion I would like to thank and say sorry to so many people , who in spite of their best efforts failed but succeeded in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pre.K.G teacher - As I had ripped apart your hair and left you bald when you taught me how to shake head whilst reciting rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd std GK mam - For the number of times you tried teaching me how to do "kneel down punishment. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Games sir - You thought I had good arm power, but I was just throwing the ball here and there for you to run and fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gymnastics mam - Sorry It was my banana peel with which you slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English sir - Angrily you said "Shit" , and I bribed the whole class to blackmail you by complaining this to Headmaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Karate Sir - For throwing bricks at you to see if your head is as strong as your hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Painting master - It was me who hung the cartoons of you around the school. Am sorry the portrait had half moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Biology mam - For asking inappropriate questions during appropriate &lt;em&gt;reproductive &lt;/em&gt;classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Math sir - How I never understood the Differentiation between Integration in Trigonometry of Theorems - Phew what an Algebra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemistry Sir - For pouring dilute acids in your tvs 50 petrol tank and the number of conical flasks which I broke trying to balance them with a testube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My College prof - You tried your best to put me in different benches, yet the dreams continued in your classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blogger Gurus - In spite of all your hard thought blog posts, yet i post a dumb comment :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend - The best teacher of all, If it was not for my friend... I would never be what I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I used to over perform right from my childhood, all my class teachers expect a little ahead of Teachers day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the amount of pranks you all did are no less. Please do share! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1953598498209289086?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1953598498209289086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1953598498209289086&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1953598498209289086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1953598498209289086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry.html' title='sOrRy'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-8081040772374767364</id><published>2010-08-24T09:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:36:59.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>ThE sTrOkE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Before you all proceed with reading the post, my deepest condolence to Leo who has always been around me, all the time, in different forms , right from my childhood. Its a pity you have left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/1b/50/38/day-two-dead-mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LeO - click here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came the defining moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his Life, this particular second could change things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quick it came, before he realized what he had to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Stroke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...! and then he held his chest immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was full of sweat, maybe dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; in a flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batsman played the stroke of last ball .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leo was my pet mosquito who I trained personally , for biting my friends until I shook hands with Leo once and that was the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-8081040772374767364?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8081040772374767364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=8081040772374767364&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/8081040772374767364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/8081040772374767364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/08/stroke.html' title='ThE sTrOkE'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1541297127707102336</id><published>2010-08-17T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:40:00.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNsPiRaTiOnAl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mokai samiyar'/><title type='text'>rEcYcLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.sc/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/recycling-symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.sc/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/recycling-symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First - am sorry fellas for a terribly late post and haven't been around in your space lately, and if I quote work, none of you are going to believe me including my seniors... hmm so a small thought and crack.. :&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday tons of materials/stuff get thrown away, a short note about why and what are disposed after the end of its life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe - Because you get kicked, your feet grow faster than your brain , flicked in the temple..etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery - Because you click photographs of your gal more than clicking the mouse, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes - Because girls want to look sexy and skimpy (not possible with traditional Indian wear ) , wardrobe is full, mom keeps on yelling .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectacles - Because I keep staring at the monitor 24x7 WORKING and you all are glued to social networking sites and chatting ( not a sarcastic "I")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper - Because the letters from cupid doesn't get poetic enuf to impress the dumb Blondie, Printing is free in office, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents - Because they are all OLD, burden and of no help - a common scenario for people who leave and settle abroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic - Because the Plastic awareness is not as important as Aids, bottles are no good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aluminium foils - Because all the wrappers are homeless, the chocolates are tastier and not these, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD's - Because the movies are played in local channels the pirated CD's are no good, easier to download from freebie illegal sites than buy a CD..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tires - Because they are punctured heavily by driving back and forth to the shop less than a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of the above mentioned are capable of being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;recycled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and that too very effectively. But it always is up to the individual to decide to recycle or not. LIFE is no different, everyone thinks they are wasted at a point of time, but the truth is... it is recyclable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am turning all pilisopical ( Wat's the spelling anyways) ... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1541297127707102336?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1541297127707102336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1541297127707102336&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1541297127707102336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1541297127707102336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/08/recycle.html' title='rEcYcLe'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-9109207765867296348</id><published>2010-08-02T17:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:13:43.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SeNtI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HaVeFeELiNgS tOo'/><title type='text'>ThE HaNd....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tHe HaNd.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That broke my toy , which I would have either way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That put a needle where I sat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That passed me the bit(answers) during exam and then pointed at me, so I get caught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That pulled me to the movies when I wanted to study (novels),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That clapped when I fell down from the bike stunt in front of a babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That pushed me into the swimming pool with no water in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That swiped my credit card for all the treats and movies ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That whistled when I got out for a duck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That held my hand up for doubts, during sleepy lectures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That punched my face when I said no to Beer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That wiped my tears of for every onion I cut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TFbpvj4TtOI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/DxXc47CRO7E/s320/best-friends-prev1242320834sJMaG3.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 234px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500840998174176482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That can never let go of me, even if its 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That opens my blog page, even if its full of YAWN :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Also the same hand which I can stomp over and yet ready to withstand the pain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It belongs to all my friends , if not for you guys, am never here!! God Bless you all..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4242351650045325982-9109207765867296348?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9109207765867296348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=9109207765867296348&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/9109207765867296348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/9109207765867296348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/08/hand.html' title='ThE HaNd....!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TFbpvj4TtOI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/DxXc47CRO7E/s72-c/best-friends-prev1242320834sJMaG3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3140233916254853941</id><published>2010-07-28T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:38:00.884+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>pLaYbOy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prologue &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When 6 guys run behind a gal, it means she is one hot good looking babe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When 6 gals run behind a guy, it means wait for the last part dude!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know the title can immediately make most of you to scroll down and have a peek of some pics from the playboy magazine. So its either the dirty minds of the readers :) or am trying to make my blog famous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways hope my blog post turns up in google when some one tries to search for Playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The below is a true hallucinating story from my college days. Had a huge fan club following me in most of the Social networking sites, try searching by the name Brad Pitt. ( "I" was not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mentioned in the beginning of the sentence) . Anyways as said, I used to move my hands, legs and hips otherwise called as Dance. And because all the students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;in my college were from MJ ( Mokai Jockey) community, no one knew to dance. So I was very popular especially among the girls. So popular that I was chased by them constantly ( for a different reason entirely).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then came Goo-coool ( Gokul ) .The cool headed guy he was, appeared from nowhere to take the girl population by a storm. His Voice was the talk of the town. It was so loud that , people use three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;layers of ear buds to hear it normally. One can imagine what will happen when he shouts. Anyways it was one Fine Wednesday evening when a group of good looking gals from my college were hunting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;someone. Like Chandler I said "Save your time ladies, am just here" , but then they said something harsh in Japanese, hard enough for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; me not to reveal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498854279414749458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TE_a1TwnGRI/AAAAAAAAKRU/0Iy3B_ouNwo/s320/DSC01498.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;They convinced me to bring Gokul to them, so finally I found him eating some leftover food in the hostel. When I told him that some of the cinema heroins were hunting for him and so the next moment he disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As I went by the lobby of our class I was shocked to find him surrounded by 6 most prettiest girls,( some of them read my blog .. so prevention) from my department .See the picture above. Immediately I realised my chemistry class lecture , something about boiling point, I felt it right in my stomach! I realised that there was a new Playboy in the college and I was dethroned! So I took a stroll out to regain my composure and came back to see what else was happening when I saw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498854014382413826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TE_al4b-mAI/AAAAAAAAKRM/IZwgV03ZDhw/s320/DSC01501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amen after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moral &amp;amp; End notes&lt;/i&gt; : I was still the playboy . Later part of my story will not be revealed for security purpose. Please read the disclaimer if you are wondering where the truth is, in the above post! cyu fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3140233916254853941?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3140233916254853941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3140233916254853941&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3140233916254853941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3140233916254853941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/07/playboy.html' title='pLaYbOy'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TE_a1TwnGRI/AAAAAAAAKRU/0Iy3B_ouNwo/s72-c/DSC01498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-4760237331498253282</id><published>2010-07-22T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:04:34.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mokai samiyar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>ThE OnE WiTh ThE PrOpOsAl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each one has a different way of proposing. I strained my Kidney to think and find out the ways in which different people would propose. This is going to be a stupid post don't blame me for not reading my disclaimer.Then again all my posts are stupid and you guys read it, so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terror Romeo Rajendran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.kollywoodtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/tr-rajender-mar28-2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all Tamil speaking fans am sure you know the rhyme language of TR, here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say&lt;br /&gt;am not gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on a stove&lt;br /&gt;so give me my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might look like my sister&lt;br /&gt;But i want to be your mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might look like a gorilla&lt;br /&gt;But i will take care of you don't worryla&lt;br /&gt;if you say no then i will try for Shakelaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son might be arasan (King)&lt;br /&gt;but i want to be your purusan ( hubby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surya might have six pack&lt;br /&gt;but none can beat my bag pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;ChRiZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chronicwriter and mokai man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Love? I am in love with my red underwear already, then what. Poda pani(pig in tamil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sundaram ( King of English speaking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Co inventor of Unexpected Power Supply (UPS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496665190097235122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TEgT3ikALLI/AAAAAAAAKQI/Y-muxEbPPQs/s200/DSC02402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wand do make love to you, please do love me, all my life I think this thought in my mind, so please give me the pirst (f) love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;GoKuL ( Ace in Punctuation and Grammar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pattasu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496666325096293186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TEgU5mw3Y0I/AAAAAAAAKQQ/kmpjjJyhpoI/s200/gokul.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, whether I am in love with you Don't think. others love you. more than My love, compared to others is nothing. Please like sundaram i also love you. Don't you love he? is also in love with . Accept!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He meant to say,&lt;br /&gt;Dear,am I in love with you? Don't think others love you more, my love. Its nothing compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Please, like sundaram I also love you. Don't you love? He is also in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaiyendhi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;SoIn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I freeee... love freeeee.... you freeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I love his blogs so if he is angry then expect a dozen of swear words post from him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;HaRy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approach Penny ,the mood turns into a frenzy romantic mood with a background Ilayaraja song, I wear my branded Adidas shoes , Pepe Jeans and Red Polo shirt with an Oakley coolers. I stepped up to her to use all the words I learnt in GRE classes. Penny whirled around and looked at me and said " Two large Chicken Pizza's please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any of you have proposal stories? please do share the eggs &amp;amp; tomatos you had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-4760237331498253282?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4760237331498253282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=4760237331498253282&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4760237331498253282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4760237331498253282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-with-proposal.html' title='ThE OnE WiTh ThE PrOpOsAl'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TEgT3ikALLI/AAAAAAAAKQI/Y-muxEbPPQs/s72-c/DSC02402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-786234026190073114</id><published>2010-07-15T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:50:00.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>aDiDas - iMpoSsIBlE iS NoThInG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin, Beckham, Sania Mirza, Broad.. the list goes on. Yes they were/are the brand ambassadors of the billion dollar German company Adidas.The caption &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible is nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can easily be related to these stars,considering their hard work and stardom. But gradually Adidas realised they need to concentrate on personalities who match the caption, so they are in talks to sign off some of the real" &lt;em&gt;Impossible to Possible&lt;/em&gt;" makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No 3 : Spectrum Raja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493747157020577794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TD217qQGEAI/AAAAAAAAKPY/Bq3zXhrvR0g/s320/a_raja_illus_20091109.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 177px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja... as the name suggests The King, and indeed he has proved that! Raja is the Environmental minister(supposedly the telecoms minister) who sold 2G spectrum at the price of Bread. Well when we have been hearing about MP's fraudulent activities for years and the usual figures are always in Crore's, but finally after all these years we have a winner , the scam almost a % of National GDP (60k crore..now stop counting the Zeroes, I gave up a while ago). Clearly a powerful contender for "&lt;em&gt;Impossible is Nothing&lt;/em&gt;" , So Adidas approached Raja with a reasonable price, but Raja astonishingly agreed to sport the gear for 10rs. Well under the table is a headache, which the German giant is not aware. Earlier he was referred as Jungle Raja, then DMK Raja and now Spectrum Raja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No 2 : pAuL tHe OcToPuS... Fortune teller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493748402470322370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TD23EJ6dAMI/AAAAAAAAKPg/G68Inwh4nws/s320/35733_10150232347145122_520650121_13742734_8188170_n.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 250px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think that octopuses are nothing more than a 8 legged monster,Think again. Introducing Paul the fate decider. Over 50 years of football, and football has always been the show stealer during every world cup, but this year the Parrot and the Octopus stole the show. In India we do Holy Yagams for our cricket team to play well (in the pubs,clubs,with people's feeling) , the level of belief has gone to the next step. Paul's prediction finally paid off and he is now retiring, tired of the kicking he had to do. Adidas tried to design a footwear impressed by the Impossible prediction by Paul,but to their dismay Paul picked Nike. Poor Adidas should have sticked to designing footwear for sportstars. After watching all this I am now naming a price of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paise&lt;/span&gt; for the Octopus and if the owners are ready to sell, then am game for it. But only for 2 years as Paul is due to expire 2012 before the next football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No 1 : Alfie the Oldest DAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493749596467947746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TD24Jp5q6OI/AAAAAAAAKPo/4IzUffzsK-g/s200/alfie.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 144px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As we are all Adults (except me),I take this daring step to introduce Alfie Patten. For those who think he is just an other 13 year old, nope he is the father of Maisie Roxanne. Adidas tried to rope in with millions of Pounds with a lot of Tax waiver, but poor Alfie hardly knows how much nappies cost, does not even understand the word TAX. Now the question is will they join the same school together? If Maisie cries and so does Alfie, then its as Father as Kid!! Surely this deserves to be the first in "&lt;em&gt;Impossible is Nothing&lt;/em&gt;" Category. For in a small part of India when the Biology teacher started the class with the lesson " Reproduction... organs..", blah blah.. the kid shut his ears saying " Siva Siva". The kid is now the great blogger of this post. ( Note : No sarcasm means truth) . Anyways hope Maisie ( baby of Alfie ) does not get married before Alfie does. Check the video for a exclusive interview with the Father of the Millennium. Oh and Happy Father's day :) !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EOx2A_qVQg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention, I declined the offer from Adidas long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-786234026190073114?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/786234026190073114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=786234026190073114&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/786234026190073114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/786234026190073114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/07/adidas-impossible-is-nothing_15.html' title='aDiDas - iMpoSsIBlE iS NoThInG'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TD217qQGEAI/AAAAAAAAKPY/Bq3zXhrvR0g/s72-c/a_raja_illus_20091109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3528845936341245276</id><published>2010-07-07T17:35:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:54:05.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>ChEmIsTrY.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prologue : H2SO4 + me = Blabber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When we talk about chemistry, a lot of things zooms across, like hints development ( though i really did not understand that term until I failed in English-2) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give a complex definition of Chemistry like Aamir does in 3 Idiots, but I didn't quite have a good dialogue writer, so let me stic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;k to my basic nonsense. So let me relate an incident which happened in school days. Days I mean, when I did not bunk school - Sorry fellas it was to my bro who will disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is a tiny little alcoholic benzene subject, but fellas it's also something that works between a stupid boy and a very studious girl. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hy... Let me explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemistry teacher was Charles Durai, he was more of a Charles Durrr.. Because of the durr he produced. Anyway it was in my Tenth std when Chemistry labs were introduced. I was the class representative because of the leadership qualities exhibited by me (giving proxies to friends, games periods, and beatings from class teacher on behalf of other classmates..etc .. accolades). And Penelope had the same straits so she was the girls representative and assistant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class (bribed by me) thought we had a pleasant chemistry between us. Note :  The title of this post is Chemistry, so you'll find chemistry tons of time between. We had beautiful times, called as the Golden Era .  The Golden Era will be a separate post, so watch for it. In order to impress her I would do weird stuff, now even Blogs are one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Penny was very sweet she offered here record notes and other stuff to carry me, obviously she shud be crazy abt me as well. Quite a couple of sessions later in our chemistry labs, I was still not able to find in which test tube Alcohol is placed. As I figured Methanol and Ethanol were there, Alcohol should be some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;where around. Being the perfect scenario one day, Penny was all dressed up like an output for a high volume reaction, like Magnesium burning in dry ice ( To prove I really studied my chemistry book).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somehow I seated myself near her, with an attempt to make the chemistry work in the chemistry class taught by the chemistry professor. As our Professor began his lullaby, I heard Ilayaraja music in my ears. She took the test tube from me and started the experiment. It was a team experiment and I had shooed away the rest, in order to make the chemistry works b/w us. Sweet as she is, noticed me not listening to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e class and moved away from me. I reckon Shyness perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TDZC4ewyLbI/AAAAAAAAKO4/hCV7hQpC7pY/s320/two_school_students_doing_lab_work_in_science_chemistry_class_royalty_free_080812-035122-132042.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491650333722684850" /&gt;As we started our experiment she asked so many things to me “pass me dil.hcl, Co2, Dil.H2So4..Blah blah blah..." , I hardly listened as I was reaching my melting point. One point, then she yelled “CONCENTRATE", startled I poured the Conc.H2So4 in the half mixed liquid and POP... BLAST...I do not even want to share how I looked. Whatever was is in that, did not like the sulphur. I could see she had reached the boiling point now. RIP HaRy ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If there are grammar and any other English mistakes, do not forgive me as I learned it from you guys! :) And as my disclaimer says, the above is fiction... so pls refrain from imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3528845936341245276?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3528845936341245276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3528845936341245276&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3528845936341245276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3528845936341245276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/07/chemistry.html' title='ChEmIsTrY.....!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TDZC4ewyLbI/AAAAAAAAKO4/hCV7hQpC7pY/s72-c/two_school_students_doing_lab_work_in_science_chemistry_class_royalty_free_080812-035122-132042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1384912746546042607</id><published>2010-06-30T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:06:24.387+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tHoUgHtS....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><title type='text'>55 FiCtIoN - CrAsH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of you know what  55 fiction means. It means nothing, a bunch of letters formed into a set of words, compiled to a sentence and the sentence formed to a paragraph of good for nothing fiction which does not mean anything but something. If I dont stop here, no one will read the actual post... so go ahead read it pleaseee... dont mind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.newtimesslo.com/images/cms/sized/55fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Fine morning and a big CRASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was RED everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell broke lose and there was complete chaos everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ran around wild with fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovery seemed very bleak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were screaming on the phone as well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a day to forget for many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlines " Biggest Stock Market Crash of the year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1384912746546042607?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1384912746546042607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1384912746546042607&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1384912746546042607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1384912746546042607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/06/55-fiction-crash.html' title='55 FiCtIoN - CrAsH'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-4278395872989998213</id><published>2010-06-25T13:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:02:21.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>SaLe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These days am having so many ideas to write that I could not find even one to post it up. Anyways so I made some digging in the Internet where there are plenty of weirdos like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of a long and boring post I thought ll share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a recent article which I came across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TCTpjX0E9QI/AAAAAAAAKNo/xDofBvMnp8k/s400/article-1288402-0A22F3B0000005DC-704_468x377_popup.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486767039941244162" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1288402/For-sale--My-Yiddishe-Momma-Family-list-Jewish-grandmother-eBay-bid-husband.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1288402/For-sale--My-Yiddishe-Momma-Family-list-Jewish-grandmother-eBay-bid-husband.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now the son has mentioned his mother is adorable,affectionate,lovely,hard worker ...blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yes agree, so as per the rules of eBay once an item is sold to the highest bidder, it means SOLD. So any of you having lousy MOM's out there, can bid. It takes so much of the generous factor to sell of your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bid was placed at a opening price of £1 and the highest it reached was £1.60 ,and her son has framed the woman to be priceless. Can he even insult her more? and the Item condition is mentioned to be USED....OMG!!! A Perfect mother's day gift indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never realised how broadminded people can be... sniff sniff :(! Happy weekend fellas , ll be back with a much better ribtickler next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-4278395872989998213?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4278395872989998213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=4278395872989998213&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4278395872989998213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4278395872989998213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/06/sale.html' title='SaLe....'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TCTpjX0E9QI/AAAAAAAAKNo/xDofBvMnp8k/s72-c/article-1288402-0A22F3B0000005DC-704_468x377_popup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1891870461950653472</id><published>2010-06-13T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:34:00.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNsPiRaTiOnAl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>WhO iS tHe BeSt FiT....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet another post on fitness and the aero-dynamic bodies!There is an other message at the end of this post as well :) !Each one of us aim to build a physique so that our profile pic on facebook has so many comments, some of us tend to work out till the gym lights go out.(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have put up some of the pictures of the celeb's/models/people/actors whom we try to imitate and work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;ArNoLd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBSeUfzissI/AAAAAAAAKMg/J9CxdYSv038/s200/arnold-schwarzenegger-big.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482180721388991170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His physique has been the dream for so many for decades. In this attempt they even try to pose with underwear's regardless of the body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they build, like the next wannabe.Plenty of aspirants out there don't know how to pronounce his surname, but they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;still are a Arnold wannabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBJ1KUKZvgI/AAAAAAAAKLI/gWww5u-IDHU/s200/surya.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481572516534795778" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;SuRyA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: This Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; brought a revolution in the Tamil movie industry, his six pack in Varnam Ayiram made several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;South Indian actors and people all over south India to work out heavily. My six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pack is duly dedicated to Surya as he charged me up with his diet and physique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note : There is no humor in my statement,so that makes it true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;KaReEnA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Size zero means Zero marks in a relationship, after the big zero she gave to Shahid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBMhRnCL2kI/AAAAAAAAKMY/uFcAUediUiw/s200/kareena-vaio-ad.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481761757859666498" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;turned her focus tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ards something called Size Zero Pepsi bottle label shape. Most of the women hood practice being Kareena. Oh I mean in giving Zeroes in relationships... not the body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBMfJkrlYiI/AAAAAAAAKL4/xQ8G14aXlSY/s200/veerasami070207_14.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481759420765790754" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;TeRrOr RoMeO RaJeNdAr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : Easiest shape to build, now tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t's what you might think. But this youngster (he claims himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in an interview) has been trying to bring this shape ever since his old age :) ! Rumor is that Tsunami broke out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; years earlier when he started to worked out in the mid of Indian Ocean.Known as Single Pack Tsunami!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;AaMiR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : 8 Packs of steroids...I mentioned that by mistake sorry. OK, Aamir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBMfTQLKh7I/AAAAAAAAKMA/O6evtRPxawE/s200/ghajini.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481759587059795890" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s Ghajini look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; made all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aunties&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; go GAGA and soak in jollu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;ApTaIn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: He is known as The Captain in TN after his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBMgtdYhWqI/AAAAAAAAKMQ/cBBjhIbcBOQ/s200/Vijaykanth7.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481761136793705122" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;heroic fight against Pakistan terrorists, Election disruptor's,gundas, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; old ladies. In order to fight against the evil you ought to build a shape that terrorizes the opponent and he perfectly carved himself.He was the oldest trend setter in Cops academy that, its not mandatory for cops to be fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;wHo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : Probably the one physique or shape that we all never desire, nor did the kid.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBMdPJOQ5kI/AAAAAAAAKLw/_9IbPbg1fe4/s200/em_starving_little_boy.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481757317451015746" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1891870461950653472?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1891870461950653472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1891870461950653472&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1891870461950653472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1891870461950653472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-best-fit.html' title='WhO iS tHe BeSt FiT....!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TBSeUfzissI/AAAAAAAAKMg/J9CxdYSv038/s72-c/arnold-schwarzenegger-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7010135361191451779</id><published>2010-06-03T16:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:43:31.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNsPiRaTiOnAl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNfOrMaTiVe MoKaI'/><title type='text'>50 ! wHo'z cOnTeNt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I thought ll try doing some informative humour instead of my usual blabber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Politician&lt;/i&gt; - I have 3000 crore in my benami and fraudulent a/c's.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What do I want: More money, Another MP seat to screw yu , but remember its by the people, to the people for the people.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blame: Opposition party, aam janata, The rich and mortal farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT felon&lt;/i&gt; - I earn 5 lakh per anum and wear Adidas sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oes, multiplex, Weekend parties, Free abroad trips, Monkey,Bunji and company jumping/year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt;What do I want : More, More, More .. Money, Car, Babe, money..money..money&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blame : Damn the company, manager and everyone for not givin me hike, claims, onsite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cricketer &lt;/i&gt;- I own a Hummer, Whole country on my ass, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;s, $$$$$, and best of all I don’t get to pay tax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt;What do I want: Hundred or Duck, I want my butt in the team and no criticism from media nor you public morons.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blame: ooo IPL money hurts, my back, my groin, my injuries, Media, My Bat, ball, Australian team, catching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - "Look at him, wanna be like him"&lt;br /&gt;He: " I wanna be like them"&lt;br /&gt;They : " I want, I want, I want..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HaRy Blogger&lt;/i&gt; - I have 49 posts with sarcasm and so called humour.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;What does he want: Wanna be like J K Rowling, Chetan , without any creativity.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blame : Busy work, taking too much stress, Blah Blah..., Recession ( don’t know why!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy in Pic&lt;/i&gt; - Newspaper morning, washing cars, bring tea, posters, night street side shops.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;What does he want : I want to study, I want to play, I want to laugh, I want a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Blame: who?..Brahma? The creator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TAfmNIoC63I/AAAAAAAAKJ0/RVdjpUTfLmU/s320/child-labor_akash1.bmp" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478600585047632754" /&gt;We have so much in Life we never realise how gifted we are... Live the moment and relish with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've managed to write 50 posts without any ranting, rumbling and no nonsense about myself. Thank you my dear blog buddies, for bearing my blah blah and much more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend fellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7010135361191451779?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7010135361191451779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7010135361191451779&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7010135361191451779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7010135361191451779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/06/50-whoz-content.html' title='50 ! wHo&apos;z cOnTeNt'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/TAfmNIoC63I/AAAAAAAAKJ0/RVdjpUTfLmU/s72-c/child-labor_akash1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-680630136811554933</id><published>2010-05-31T02:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:25:19.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GuEsT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>oF CaLoRiEs &amp; WeIgHt...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Two of my favourite bloggers - Neha and Bindu(better known as &lt;b&gt;Insignia &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spice-n-ice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;http://spice-n-ice.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;) , Neha has already written a guest post in my blog and now its Insignia's turn :)! so she whirled around with quite a post which I always used to have nightmares of.... Thanks Bindu... exactly the post I was planning to write...:)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How many of you have been elated reading your weight and satisfied with your kgs? Raise your hands....No cheating!! Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many eh? Is it not each one's secret desire to lose weight? I guess the most hated machinery in this world would be the poor little weighing machine.It is a technological marvel. Why not? That poor little machine can earn the wrath of so many people, it could witness jubilation or it could get cursed. Now which other machine has this privilege?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone has that intense desire to shed some flab, lose weight. What with the fashion world claiming size zero is the in-thing!! But there's a slim chance, or should I say a FAT chance that most of us would reach the desire body weight!! But hey!! what is the harm in trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the emotions that arises, you could see all types and forms of expressions. There's some qualm always before stepping onto the weighing machine. Nervous, you close your eyes with hope and silently pray that the needle points to the number you want it to. And then you reluctantly look down to read the scale, first there is denial!! How can it be!! Then despair, anger and frustration. And abuses and curses to the weighing machine first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You question its precision and genuineness and then realization pours in. You then start cursing the devil in you which taunted you to gorge on those cheesy snacks and those chocolate cakes. All the while, the poor weighing machine earnestly looks for some appreciation for being honest. But what it gets is a stare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzi75AMjh4s/S_6FtJlBxaI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ODBcSAo7nFs/s1600/ang0097l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzi75AMjh4s/S_6FtJlBxaI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ODBcSAo7nFs/s320/ang0097l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And most times, we believe that the machine is not right, so we tend to calibrate it manually by slightly adjusting ourselves until the needle reads to what we desire. And very rare is the jubilation and excitement of having achieved what we wanted. Oh yeah!! its short lived though. Weight is like a boomerang, it always comes back to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the machine adds few kilos as a compliment and sometimes it gives you discount. Discount is what is preferred here. I recently came across a joke where the lady in question removes everything from her shoes until she is almost nude to get her weight right. You see; the shoes, the dress are all 'accessories' which hinders you from getting your correct reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of my friends step onto the weighing machine and protect the secret magic number so much so that you feel that the number is a secret code to an enormous amount of wealth. Few people believe that weight changes with season, so they tend to weigh themselves in their favorable season. Few others believe counting your calorie intake might keep check on your weight. Fine!! but is it only yours or others as well, even if they didn't want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened at a recent birthday celebration of two of my team members. One of them had lost 26 kilos by hook or by crook. There were cakes cut and this man instead of gorging on his cake, kept commenting about how much calorie would that piece of cake have. It was really disturbing, couldn't gorge on those cakes. It was short lived, as we later ignored and treated ourselves.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None giving a thought about the weights or the calories :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;PS :&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for reading everyone. A few comments on this post made me realize that people are  thinking Hary wrote this; but I am the author of this post. Its a guest post by me - &lt;a href="http://spice-n-ice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insignia&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-680630136811554933?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/680630136811554933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=680630136811554933&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/680630136811554933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/680630136811554933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-calories-weight.html' title='oF CaLoRiEs &amp; WeIgHt...!'/><author><name>Insignia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWTu0oVUCwY/TrJdYYYs9tI/AAAAAAAAGa4/-Le8lTttIvQ/s220/290784_300100403335975_100000080531441_1258884_1841502286_o%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yzi75AMjh4s/S_6FtJlBxaI/AAAAAAAAB_8/ODBcSAo7nFs/s72-c/ang0097l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1567253494786697247</id><published>2010-05-26T12:28:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:48:55.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>Do Or DiE...55 FiCtIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_0Qbh-GkSI/AAAAAAAAKIo/piNsX9ROdLU/s1600/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475550787113750818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_0Qbh-GkSI/AAAAAAAAKIo/piNsX9ROdLU/s200/untitled2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My attempt on 55 fiction continues, wonder if I fail or just a cheeky pass as in my semesters, yet here you go fellas...&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afternoon it was, My God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer he controlled himself, the more he suffered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sweated profusely as he felt a pit down his stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no Do or Die, only Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, he eased himself for a better collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eerie silence @ work haunting him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drrrrrrrr Burrrrrrrr" , out came the &lt;em&gt;Fart&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true fictional incident, as and when related to me by one of my friend Sai ( Am yet to write an post on this comedian)... I pity his colleagues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1567253494786697247?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1567253494786697247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1567253494786697247&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1567253494786697247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1567253494786697247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-or-die55-fiction.html' title='Do Or DiE...55 FiCtIoN'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_0Qbh-GkSI/AAAAAAAAKIo/piNsX9ROdLU/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5069635847454384305</id><published>2010-05-22T08:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:21:44.926+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GuEsT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='77 fiction'/><title type='text'>SeReNaDe sPiRiT - 77 FiCtIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_hWa3XB1II/AAAAAAAAKIE/xuWOGGKh4Qo/s1600/77_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 107px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_hWa3XB1II/AAAAAAAAKIE/xuWOGGKh4Qo/s200/77_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474220366605964418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All you funny people, I bring to you Neha (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nehasilam.com/"&gt;http://www.nehasilam.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;... yes Nehatrix and Nehasilam... she is the one! I always think of her as a Blog factory as she keeps sending in new blogposts at regular intervals, and God knows how many more this Mumbai marathon can write..., wish her my best! This is the first guest post in my blog ..Thanks Neha :D ,Enjoy fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She had always heard about Ghosts staying in Serenade Mansion, but her heart believed Alex more than anybody else. After all, it belonged to Alex, whom she was to marry next month on 14th February, 1995. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=" TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On their wedding night, Lisa stepped in Serenade with Alex for the first time. The mansion was abnormally quiet and dark. Slightly scared, she looked at Alex. But all she could see was a portrait that said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=" TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alex Francis (1965-1990) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5069635847454384305?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5069635847454384305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5069635847454384305&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5069635847454384305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5069635847454384305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/05/serenade-spirit-77-fiction.html' title='SeReNaDe sPiRiT - 77 FiCtIoN'/><author><name>Neha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMfHhUgH2g/TGA6vl_UO1I/AAAAAAAABSE/wQEvDdi8vCk/S220/24473_374297879879_722969879_4907838_3113694_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S_hWa3XB1II/AAAAAAAAKIE/xuWOGGKh4Qo/s72-c/77_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-4780516264433538358</id><published>2010-05-18T12:36:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:13:32.840+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HaPpY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy piece'/><title type='text'>eNgLiSh....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The language English evolved during the earlier days of humanity. To this day it remains the official spoken language of the world. English as my Thala Rajinikath says "I can walk English,I can talk English..." and so it has been bent to the necessity. Leave alone the accents and Colloquial style of it there are other clowns in the world who have formatted it in a vivid way. Some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T. Rajendar ( Terror Romeo Rajendar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my non-Tamil speaking friends, please forgive me to introduce him. He is a Romeo of all sorts and truly the heart throb of the girls.His aduku mozhi ( so called rhythmic pattern) is a very common disease in Tamil Nadu and one of the reasons why all this Punch dialogues evolved. Just look at the video and you will understand why, enough blogs have been written about him , so I'd rather refrain from boring you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="271" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61aa8d6f3486895" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D061aa8d6f3486895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8919188B03AE686F4D7283F00E2E8EB91B40A3C.47EBC36B7EFBD3120E79D064097FA6DC62448E4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61aa8d6f3486895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV-X0dvi-ChpqnNkOrnG1gdm3aRI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="271" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D061aa8d6f3486895%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8919188B03AE686F4D7283F00E2E8EB91B40A3C.47EBC36B7EFBD3120E79D064097FA6DC62448E4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61aa8d6f3486895%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV-X0dvi-ChpqnNkOrnG1gdm3aRI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sundaram ( from the post - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-amigos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;) English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear most friend of all time, his English has evolved and sent tremors up to New England. The important aspect in his English is his word replacement. When you pose a question and if he doesn't know the answer his Emergency hormone comes to the rescue. So he comes up with the alternate answer. In the Electronics class during college he was asked " What is UPS" and he bluntly answered "&lt;em&gt;Unexpected Power Supply&lt;/em&gt;" . That is totally unexpected. He loves watching English movies because of ENGLISH and not English kiss its one of the ways to make himself perfect(in speaking I mean). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given him advice many a time, that is because I have written so many blogs and not one of you have complained my grammar and English and blah blah blah...! The last movie he saw was "Englishkaaran ", I found out it was a Tamil movie :( ! He has many fans from my blog and please check the links to laugh more about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundaram-continues.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-mastersundaram.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeppiar English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeppiar English is a very widely known concept in Tamil Nadu. There were too many forwarded emails , but nobody knows the origin. It came from the great Jeppiar himself. If you don't believe me try to search Jeppiar in google and you'll know. He is a very powerful man in Chennai. He was also the source for the famous line in Chennai28 movie " Thambi, did you choose Bowling or Fielding" after spinning the toss on the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some excerpts ,which most of you know, yet always a pleasure to let it be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No ragging this college. anybody rag we arrest the police”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his famous sayings “girl girl talk,boy boy talk, but no boy girl talk”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, meet me behind the class. (meaning AFTER the class .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of u three, get out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, rotate the ground four times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you, stand in a straight circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wind in the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most famous dialogue of all time - "I talk, he talk, why you middle middle talk?" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HaRy English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally this is the art of perfecting ( there is a word right?) . So those who have a flair for English, suggest you to follow my blog closely , because it has numerous ways of how not to write. So based on which you can write correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-4780516264433538358?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61aa8d6f3486895&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4780516264433538358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=4780516264433538358&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4780516264433538358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4780516264433538358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/05/english.html' title='eNgLiSh....!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5511594005665351417</id><published>2010-05-11T14:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:37:38.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SeNtI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HaVeFeELiNgS tOo'/><title type='text'>sHe..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;@ 1, I woke up the owls , crying through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 3, I would swallow everything around me except food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 7, I would not leave to school giving the easiest reason available - dysentery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@10, I had grades in the shapes of a coin and pencil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@14, I never listened to anyone, except Rajinikanth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@17, I passed out of school as FIRST from last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@19, I had abundance of letters sent - from my college to home to take critical action on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@21, I had a job - Spend my Dad's savings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@24, I managed to get salary ,thanks to an IT company, but spent all by myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@25, I call home once in a week quoting "work pressure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and still she stood by me. And I assume its the same with all of you out there.Couple of days late, but yet every day is " Mothers day" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469999406676998242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S-lXeqSUeGI/AAAAAAAAKF8/SYRlDgKKFZc/s320/3650794998_4908b3b1b6.jpg" /&gt;-----------------Priceless gift this pic-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This picture is a click from one my friend Sai... who's trying to be a PRO by copying my pictures, so please assume yourself who the picture belongs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5511594005665351417?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5511594005665351417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5511594005665351417&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5511594005665351417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5511594005665351417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/05/she.html' title='sHe..!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S-lXeqSUeGI/AAAAAAAAKF8/SYRlDgKKFZc/s72-c/3650794998_4908b3b1b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5309917705226170485</id><published>2010-04-26T17:17:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:48:06.977+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mokai samiyar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>SaTaN.....aNd We</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S9oCLV2QgZI/AAAAAAAAKDE/eMBV9MHs8IU/s1600/satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465683491634053522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S9oCLV2QgZI/AAAAAAAAKDE/eMBV9MHs8IU/s200/satan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately some where in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;, I happened to see this Church of Satan and started to check out some bits. I came to know Satan is a very good person / spirit or whatever. Now why do I say that, well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as most of you would know the story of Satan. He was called as Lucifer and couple of days ago (because some one told me that if its a year here its a day in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; world) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So our hero thought its easy to overpower God and devised a plan, to join forces with all those bored of God and eventually got big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mokai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and was banished from heaven. So from then on the Devil came into existence in the form of serpent, monster, like the Onida TV ad. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the theory from Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now Dan Brown might think ancient history is depicted wrong and the satanic cults existed from Louis XIV in France and until Hitler's Nazi army. Its almost like biasing the statement of a great blogger ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; me!) Well personally I think Satan/Devil is cool. He chose to rebel against God to proclaim himself. At least he was truthful in what he wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So sometimes he is often referred as the Fallen Angel, the Devil who bribed Eve into a bite of Apple thereby making bringing about huge profits to Calvin Klein, Landmark, Raymond and many more Apparels. Well then he is also responsible for the porn industry to raise, if Eve had not bitten the apple I doubt there would be any confused teen who would glue up all night for a naked pic of Paris Hilton on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways finally I remember why I wanted to write this blabber, yeah Satan is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You know why? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of people of two types. One - those who Believe in God, Two - Non believers and then came the third kind - Sin in the name of God! The great GOOGLE does not even seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S9q6mSrh2vI/AAAAAAAAKDU/XP9SkiK8U0I/s1600/26918_390833371632_697151632_3908424_4379037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465886264779725554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S9q6mSrh2vI/AAAAAAAAKDU/XP9SkiK8U0I/s320/26918_390833371632_697151632_3908424_4379037_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to have a single acronym for this! No wonder these kind of people are powerfully placed ! These people tend to confuse between being clever and barbaric. A Classic example is a modern day Swami and easily spotted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nithyananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Swami. Apparently he thought the Gods were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outdated&lt;/span&gt; in technology and were full of myth with principles alone, Secret Video Cams ... yeah God knew that as well ! And the latest bit is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nithyananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; claims himself to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nithya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I mean he is a SHE , check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Im-not-a-man-Nityananda-told-CID-sleuths/articleshow/5874923.cms"&gt;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Im-not-a-man-Nityananda-told-CID-sleuths/articleshow/5874923.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now he is just one of the third kind, we all fall under several sub categories of this kind. There are so many of us who cheat our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; and yet finally blame it on God or ask for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Almighty's&lt;/span&gt; forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is.... its your call finally, please do not blame God for your non-righteous actions. So what do you think? Satan is a better as a fallen angel, than we are? well, he at least chose to go against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the facts are wrong please blame google and my poor reading skills , not me.I tried this bit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;satire&lt;/span&gt; post... well ll stick back to my dumb comedy from next time :) .. Happy weekend fellas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5309917705226170485?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5309917705226170485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5309917705226170485&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5309917705226170485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5309917705226170485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/04/lately-some-where-in-youtube-i-happened.html' title='SaTaN.....aNd We'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S9oCLV2QgZI/AAAAAAAAKDE/eMBV9MHs8IU/s72-c/satan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2733281970300045747</id><published>2010-04-19T13:21:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:06:23.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy piece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>OpEn - # 55 FiCtIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8yd8rspcQI/AAAAAAAAKCY/mCqVmlwebsc/s1600/55fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8yd8rspcQI/AAAAAAAAKCY/mCqVmlwebsc/s200/55fiction.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461914113941270786" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 127px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He entered the party with utmost confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Slowly everyone started smiling at him, then pearls of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knew his blogs were funny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But never knew it can make people laugh at his sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone stared , laughed, clapped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He placed his hands on his hips and beamed majestically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until he heard it " &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dude your fly is open&lt;/span&gt;"! No wonder :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No its not personal experience for all you dirty minds, provided you read my disclaimer ( how many of you are tired of me yapping this again and again ) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8yeCV-pmAI/AAAAAAAAKCg/g3fHla5Uigw/s1600/57638317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8yeCV-pmAI/AAAAAAAAKCg/g3fHla5Uigw/s200/57638317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461914211190413314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2733281970300045747?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2733281970300045747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2733281970300045747&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2733281970300045747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2733281970300045747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-55-fiction.html' title='OpEn - # 55 FiCtIoN'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8yd8rspcQI/AAAAAAAAKCY/mCqVmlwebsc/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3134987009258724544</id><published>2010-04-12T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:45:00.402+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>LiTtLe MaStEr....SuNdArAm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sundaram is a classic all rounder in Cricket . For those who don't know about Sundar, please read my previous posts on him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundaram-continues.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sundaram Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; , sure you'll double with laughter. His interest in cricket developed early during the days when Sachin Tendulkar was his guru. He started following Sachin in every aspect, so much that he decided only to marry a girl older than him.So he has various Aunty thrashing experiences.He got obsessed with cricket gradually and even thought of playing professional cricket. Sadly they do not play with plastic balls and Sundar was dejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of late he realised its easy to enter the world of cricket thru IPL, where so many players shot to limelight, so he wore his cricket shoes again with an aim to capture the dream. We all set out to help Sundar and his awesome dream. We even spoke with Shilpa Shetty who was amazed at Sundar's extra mile effort and was willing to provide opportunity, I mean for cricket.Slowly the whole of Adyar started speaking about Sundaram and his dream. The neighbourhood Aunty would even give Sundaram free boost everyday morning to keep up his energy level.Wherever we went, we were showered with love and encouraging words from people for Sundaram, even the opposite house thatha , whose lovely grand daughter(oops i leaked unnecessary info) , ok even he started to support us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After weeks of eating Bheema kushti legyam ( a very energized chyawanprash kinda ...err stuff) , and we even flicked the Adidas shoes from our neighbours to boost his morale, though one shoe was 8 size and the other 7, those obstacles would not stand in the way of a determined Sundaram. He started hearing the song "I believe I can fly" , and " Aashiq Banaya Apne" song like a dozen times every day. To practice batting we gave him the job of killing all the mosquitos in our house with the mosquito bat. Amazingly he used to kill 50 mosquito's at one shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally the D-Day of TEST arrived and we the busy people from Software giants(sitting in bench) took a day off to witness the remarkable entry of Sundar into cricket stardom. As he entered with his willow,there were shouts and chants. He stepped up with astonishing confidence just like Ilayathalapathy vijay! The Bowler appeared to be in gripping fear and the atmosphere was mokaistic (dumbstic if there is a word) . The picture below depicts the Sundar before and Sundar after. Rest is just history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;note : I do not have hatred towards cricket nor Sundaram, his extra super powers amaze me to the core and he is my best friend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8NiHfXQkEI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/GzRdAnJ1hYE/s1600/DSC00122.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/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8NiHfXQkEI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/GzRdAnJ1hYE/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459315054120833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8NiAROpw7I/AAAAAAAAJ_o/7pM0Ig96QFo/s1600/DSC00123.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/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8NiAROpw7I/AAAAAAAAJ_o/7pM0Ig96QFo/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314930067555250" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4242351650045325982-3134987009258724544?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3134987009258724544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3134987009258724544&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3134987009258724544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3134987009258724544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-mastersundaram.html' title='LiTtLe MaStEr....SuNdArAm!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S8NiHfXQkEI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/GzRdAnJ1hYE/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3499563099810721632</id><published>2010-04-03T11:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:48:35.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>My NaMe Is WaLa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;OK so now I went missing, so whats the big deal, we all go missing now and then. When I was a kid I used to play missing with my Dad in the exhibition, mall and scare the hell out of him, until I realised its not easy to find him either. Well any ways the post has nothing to do with me missing, its an Autobiography... I suck at writing autobiographies, so I took the expert advice. I'll tell you later who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Name is.... , that doesn't matter much cause none of you and the society know me by my name even if were to give one. I am considered a terror in the society and have been ridiculed by so many. Yet that gives me the strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can drive around the streets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; tiny gaps where only cycle can pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; , thereby I am the co-founder of the phrase "Cycle gap la auto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ootran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;paru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" (driving an auto in the cycle gap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can charge the customer as much as a trip to the moon, even though the distance would be like from a hallway to the bathroom in a one-bed room flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I never do care about the vehicle really and have the privilege to abandon it, as most of them which I drive belong to the owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I consider the person sitting in the middle to be safe and I have pictures of Hindu,Muslim and Christianity for the passengers to pray for a safe journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't provide seat belts, so up to you to hold onto something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can drive the 200cc vehicle assuming to be a 5000cc Lamborghini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I still have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rajinikanth's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; photo on my vehicle, so I can create publicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I stop when a girl waves her hand to stop and stick my tongue out when a guy waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My Vehicle is supposed to carry 3 persons, although I can take more than that ( If you know what i mean ahem ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S7mmJTdMFfI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/9z0bXBBm_-M/s1600/3514327031_f4a9f517e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456575102307800562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S7mmJTdMFfI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/9z0bXBBm_-M/s320/3514327031_f4a9f517e1_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I consider the person sitting in the middle to be safe and I have pictures of Hindu,Muslim and Christianity for the passengers to pray for a safe journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I belong to an Union, as strong as the central Government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Along with learning to drive, I learnt to abuse and fight so that skills are quite handy at many a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have a fuming stove connected secretly beneath my meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You might be able to convince your girlfriend , but not me am more expensive than her shopping kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well me and my vehicle are always the first Victim of any strike, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;bundh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can take 15 people inside my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now all above experiences and facts are based on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; fictional truth, any information detailed might be because the blogger loves the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;autorickshaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and yes as always please read my disclaimer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; all soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3499563099810721632?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3499563099810721632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3499563099810721632&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3499563099810721632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3499563099810721632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-name-is-wala.html' title='My NaMe Is WaLa...'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S7mmJTdMFfI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/9z0bXBBm_-M/s72-c/3514327031_f4a9f517e1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2945572005384945992</id><published>2010-03-05T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:40:01.148Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>55 FiCtIon - DaMn HeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hi Amigos, hope everyone remember me... me the cartoonist away from blogs ville for quite a while playing the busy boy(ok ok man) game.... ll be back with my mokai and blade jokes... till then ensoi my 55er :) ... take care.. Happy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445094678204936370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S5Dcwq7GcLI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/25eO2lUZGcI/s200/55fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealthily he approached her ,Hand was his biggest weapon&lt;br /&gt;She deserved it for she preyed on so many men&lt;br /&gt;She was there every day, sleepless nights because of her&lt;br /&gt;Now his friend?!! He decided to put an end to this&lt;br /&gt;Could see her silhouette in the dark, as she approached his friend&lt;br /&gt;He smashed the "mosquito&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2945572005384945992?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2945572005384945992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2945572005384945992&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2945572005384945992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2945572005384945992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/03/55-fiction-damn-her.html' title='55 FiCtIon - DaMn HeR'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S5Dcwq7GcLI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/25eO2lUZGcI/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7532949670941886584</id><published>2010-02-19T11:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:37:33.905Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>VaLeNtInE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S35nkBmt5KI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/aS62oc5B8bo/s1600-h/poori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439899268513916066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S35nkBmt5KI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/aS62oc5B8bo/s200/poori.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S35nUeHZS4I/AAAAAAAAJ6c/dyyjcasJ7UI/s1600-h/poori.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before everyone start wondering what the title has anything to do with the picture, its a token of cupid and you will understand once you read the whole post ( I can make my readers read the whole post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now there are various means of expressing desire... err... love. On Feb 14 Lloyd Floyd jumped 10k feet from the plane to prove his cupid smitten love, only to find that someone has picked his girl already during the wait. &lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/"&gt;Chriz&lt;/a&gt; even tried to change his red u*****r(kids read my blog too) to impress his opposite house kelavi (old woman) . Fortunately he found out it was a kelavan(old man) not a kelavi. I have been approached by various girls anywways with letters of love, only to have ask me pass the letter on to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour Kid ( 7th standard fella.... nickie as "M") is a quite smart lad and one day he came upto me and said he is deeply in Love with the girl by the street end. Shocked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Dei , what is Love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid : " Love is Kiss" . Double shock. I tried to put some sense by explaining its only for adults and not for kids. But he kept insisting me to say what the difference is and so I started elobarating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " Love is like Puri, as you put it in the Oil &amp;amp; Butter of maya it turns happy and fluffy, but once you take it away, it shrinks" I asked him if he understood anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid : " I want Puri now" , so I had to take him to Saravana Bhavan to stop his hunger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fine day he wrote a love letter and brought it to me, said I need to give it to his ladylove. I quite got annoyed but curious i opened the envelope. It had a letter and a YO-YO which was free for Boost but he had half the "free with boost" scratched off.&lt;br /&gt;The letter : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anbe(Dear),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really mess(miss) you in scool, so i want to tell one secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love is like Puri , you put in oil and it come out big or small. Big my Love...small also my Love. Eat with Kurma or masala. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tick the correct answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Yes------&gt; ( kiss for you)&lt;br /&gt;No-------&gt; ( no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;puri&lt;/span&gt; for you) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got half funny and scared. So to humor him i said " Kiss is a very sensitive issue and blah blah blah " , I got three taps from behind , turned around to see the Kid's elder sister glaring at me. Obviously she overheard my kissing detail. "Nice" I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid's sister tied &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt; ( Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sawant&lt;/span&gt; ...!) 6 months in advance to me. My crush on her crushed!Coming back to the Kid's love story, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; he did propose to her after a couple of years and they live happily ever after. They can be spotted in most of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saravana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bhavan&lt;/span&gt; outlets in Chennai eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puri&lt;/span&gt;. Doesn't mean am very old, he was 7 i was 17 so technically now he is 17 and am ...... OK fine! Hey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Magesh&lt;/span&gt;, hope i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; revealed your identity....oops!Happy Belated Valentine's day everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7532949670941886584?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7532949670941886584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7532949670941886584&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7532949670941886584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7532949670941886584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine.html' title='VaLeNtInE'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S35nkBmt5KI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/aS62oc5B8bo/s72-c/poori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6029608120830697326</id><published>2010-02-04T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:15:00.416Z</updated><title type='text'>iLlUsSiOn &amp; SiGhTiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like Aamir/Surya says in Ghajini " There is a thin line between Confidence and Over - Confidence...blah blah blah" , HaRy preaches in Ribtickle as "There is a thin line between illusion and sight adichifying" , read the post to understand the above line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of Sight Adichifying ( Babe/Dude watching ) came into existence 25 years back in a small town of Tamil Nadu, Salem. Baby gals used to flock from all over the country to visit him. They were amazed at the baby boy, but what striked them most was nature of the baby.You wouldn't believe me if I state the reasons.There are several characteristics which bring the jealousy in other boy babies such as Loyalty,honesty,Patriotism, Truthfulness, smartness, good looking etc.... See , I told none of you would believe me. Until the baby incident happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-baby-hero-thank-you.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways as decades went by,it transformed from babies, kids, teens and then on to the youth, Am not sure if everyone is wondering who the baby is. Sorry identity concealed.Now the art has spread and its wide known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This art is particularly little dangerous as if found out, can lead to either blushing, over acting, abusing or even beating from the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times illusion plays a bigger part in the eyes of the viewer. So we have heard of optical illusion, corrupted minds and stuff. Now take a look at the below picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156446011808242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S2oAfwpu2fI/AAAAAAAAJ5E/rAHkp1NDTes/s320/DSC03030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are my very beloved friends and me the photographer. Now its clear that they are very keen and so interested in something to their right. Now take a CLOSER look at the next picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434156730636312898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S2oAwU9gIUI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/NT2inktbQP0/s320/DSC03032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are gazing at the National Gallery with much interest. So now this is illusion as more than half of the readers tend to think bad about my friends ( they are the same people who bashed me in the snow) . This picture explains what is the line drawn between illusion and Sight adichifying.Now all of them in the picture are real Art passionate guys and have much interest in the Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now illusion means what we see is not what we think, so for example Rakhi sawant ji( respect! ), when a person gets to see her picture for the first time , they totally get deceived that she is an actress with the oomph factor. But unique people like me think of her goody social service to the poor and rich. Now POOR I refer to Elesh Parujanwala as he could not get a better girl than her and RICH I would refer to Abhishek Awasthi who was nothing but a normal fellow in the society who shot to stardom thru the slap. I reckon he is happy that he got slapped in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a random baseless post without knowing what to post, so full of facts and nutty messages... Happy working and studying everyone :) ...see you in yur spaces soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6029608120830697326?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6029608120830697326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6029608120830697326&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6029608120830697326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6029608120830697326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/02/illussion-sighting.html' title='iLlUsSiOn &amp; SiGhTiNg'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S2oAfwpu2fI/AAAAAAAAJ5E/rAHkp1NDTes/s72-c/DSC03030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6616400357341510947</id><published>2010-01-22T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:15:00.285Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adyar amarkalam'/><title type='text'>sUnDaRaM CoNtInUeS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sundaram &lt;strong&gt;( click here - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-amigos.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; , continues to amaze me with his flamboyant English writing skills. Let me relate one of his master piece comedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429512322984334418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S1mAsOMWVFI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/sNIuTX8L7e0/s200/DSC02402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine Christmas eve and Sundaram the nice guy he is, started to send out greetings His Greeting read as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Marry&lt;/em&gt; Christmas and Happy New year everyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent this across to Friends, Colleagues and Clients as well . Friends and Colleagues knew about Sundar's articulation very well, but then his Clients... hmmmm poor them, as they see him more often with his manager and he does not do the talking, so they know little about him. So one of them replies back to him on a light hearted note as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hi Sundar, Christmas wishes to you as well, but am sorry I cannot &lt;em&gt;Marry&lt;/em&gt; Christmas and have a Happy New year "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of us know in Hindu culture its a tradition that if there has been any death in the family over the year, then there will not be any celebration in the family. Our Great soft hearted Sundar assumed that some major death happened over the year , and sent back an email as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am very Sorry to hear you cannot &lt;em&gt;Marry&lt;/em&gt;, my sincere apologies for the death on your side. Hope your soul Rest In Peace" , so much innocencent he is yu know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Client immediately called Sundar on his mobile to clarify things. Sundar's manager who was nearby talked to his client and explained his other comedies for which his client burst laughing :) ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ever since he is been mocked as Mr.Marry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the important part is that most of the above are true with the rest as my disclaimer always goes ...as usual up to the reader to determine which is true and which is not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6616400357341510947?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6616400357341510947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6616400357341510947&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6616400357341510947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6616400357341510947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundaram-continues.html' title='sUnDaRaM CoNtInUeS....'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S1mAsOMWVFI/AAAAAAAAJ3o/sNIuTX8L7e0/s72-c/DSC02402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-924741780531193128</id><published>2010-01-15T18:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:57:06.920Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>sNoW BeTrAyAl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Everyone....am not gonna try to slice your ears again, this post is just to show how lovely my friends are :) , I have planned a tit for tat on everyone and I shall post it soon on what consequences they went thru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It snowed heavily here and we set out to play in the Snow and I never realised everybody were soo much affectionate on me, so affectionate that instead of showering with blessings and free stuff they pelted their kindness with Snowballs, and me the very steady boy could not do anything but escape from the scene! I had a very gud pair of shoes which are never slippery and i could skate on the ice, but the video says otherwise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Video is self explanatory about what happened to me, I'll not say any more than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;click to view--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-NIGZToDsE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba480cc59f1ebf69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba480cc59f1ebf69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40CC7110FD195EC1A34F754E2DD7FCF1113BF4F4.1FF28FF59D7B665C4031E71A22A9D52B2B9A189A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba480cc59f1ebf69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHhPu7iBcy47vL3hkR4r02t_NrM0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba480cc59f1ebf69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971529%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40CC7110FD195EC1A34F754E2DD7FCF1113BF4F4.1FF28FF59D7B665C4031E71A22A9D52B2B9A189A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba480cc59f1ebf69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHhPu7iBcy47vL3hkR4r02t_NrM0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Magesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (The guy finally who showers his friendship on me) , if you are reading this .... Long Live yourself...) Thanks to Naga, Raja,Saravanan and Rajesh for the teamwork !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; everyone! Keep smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-924741780531193128?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba480cc59f1ebf69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/924741780531193128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=924741780531193128&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/924741780531193128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/924741780531193128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-betrayal.html' title='sNoW BeTrAyAl'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3269518436322552820</id><published>2010-01-08T15:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:21:06.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wIsHeS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>2009 &amp; 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every one takes up resolutions for the new year, then I thought if Chriz can take up new resolutions and follow em, then so can I :D , 2 0 1 0 is indeed special it resembles my marks in college, well single digit in each subject actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a funny year, well almost all the years have been funny for me , so a lil of the past and future titbit's around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424384390400783938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S0dI3QsDNkI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/Q6V6eTeR-6E/s200/2010_new_year_resolutions_funny_gift_mousepad-p144488801541091354trak_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how easy is it to be jobless at work and how hard is it to act like being busy at work&lt;br /&gt;I came to know that wearing same colour t shirts with your buddies also makes people think you might be gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out Amy Winehouse is not some inspirational speaker and peace maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that Pepperoni is primarily of meat and Pepperoni Pizza is not made of Pepper :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that self goal in football does not count and will not be tolerated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will bully a kid only after checking am safe to run and not surrounded by his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never play cricket with street kids, could not afford losing another match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised TV shows are not just soaps, serials and more like Wife Swapping, who is the father of this child, Take me out .... gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calories!!!! I made my mind , that I'll will not buy any more chocolate cakes, chocolates to be weight conscious but ,rather eat them when it comes as free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Great saying : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one Year and out the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I guess this is enough of my rantings and gimmicks for the 2009 year , am looking for a year 2010 with lots of work and I promise my blog readers ll try to humor them with my funny bone and not ask them to laugh in the name of slicing their ears. Take care everyone and wish you a super year with God's immense blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3269518436322552820?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3269518436322552820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3269518436322552820&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3269518436322552820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3269518436322552820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2010.html' title='2009 &amp; 2010'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/S0dI3QsDNkI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/Q6V6eTeR-6E/s72-c/2010_new_year_resolutions_funny_gift_mousepad-p144488801541091354trak_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-643957570025472632</id><published>2009-12-30T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:05:47.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>ViJaY tHe JuMpEr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***Quite a lengthy post on hazardous stuff, pls be ready to wear laughter masks!*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is the next in line to be the superstar, that's his assumption of course. He is called as the Ilayathalapathy(young general) again by himself , but folks here use him as to threaten kids to sleep early and eat properly, otherwise make the kids watch movie. Why am i writing this post?.because i was hunted by the Hunter(vettaikarn - his new movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all non-Tamil readers, its OK, consider you are lucky to have survived this foray. I have a question for all the readers, Its about jumping .How long can anyone jump? Have heard that Mike Powell is the current world record holder for the 8.95m leap, Our Anju Bobby George has her record at 6.74(if statistics are wrong, blame google search index , took some time to search it) , so lets say that's the max an Indian can jump. So hope everyone agrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well people let me introduce you to what our country might have missed in Olympics and World championships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acf1c26fdec7fbf9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf1c26fdec7fbf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D0CB842DB45926B078669101CE7E737F3CB55D.7707F33CC0B80D83EA40F46D421BD12FC2336EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf1c26fdec7fbf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqD_WOr4ZS0oM7o7yi2tOzu9VIIE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf1c26fdec7fbf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D0CB842DB45926B078669101CE7E737F3CB55D.7707F33CC0B80D83EA40F46D421BD12FC2336EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf1c26fdec7fbf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqD_WOr4ZS0oM7o7yi2tOzu9VIIE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Kuruvi Jump, those who need to practice need to deposit 5lakh rupees to the blog owner's account for a special training. Interested participants will be given a exclusive training from one and only Vijay himself! well in the later half of the video he actually runs and jumps on to the train then, thats the twist , so he does not land on the train directly :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To brief more about our Hero, recently he was honoured the legendary &lt;em&gt;Doctorate&lt;/em&gt; for which our hero assumed it had to do something with the treatment for the disease he had and did not turn up for the function, and the organisers had trouble in explaining that they are not taking him to the doctor for treatment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SzqtJeyToKI/AAAAAAAAJwU/b3UB_CklqgY/s1600-h/3317_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Szs07eCcK-I/AAAAAAAAJws/1X6ZeqbB5-w/s1600-h/chennai_super_kings_team_launch11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420984772750748642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Szs07eCcK-I/AAAAAAAAJws/1X6ZeqbB5-w/s200/chennai_super_kings_team_launch11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he was the &lt;em&gt;official ambassador&lt;/em&gt; for the Chennai Super Kings and he was quite ecstatic on being given this new post, but unfortunately his knowledge of cricket was quite little and he asked Dhoni for a chance in the cricket team by bribing with Nayanthara .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me quote the lyrics of his opening song featured in his new movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nan adicha thanga maata ,Naalu maasam thoonga maata&lt;br /&gt;Modhi paaru veedu poi sera maata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;" If I hit you you will not be able to bear me, 4 Months you will not be able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Try to bully me and yu'll not reach home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well instead we can re-frame this as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;" If I act you will not be able to bear me, 4 months you will not be able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Try to watch my movie and you are in Guinness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , jokes apart he is a &lt;em&gt;very good &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOR&lt;/strong&gt; (there is no &lt;strong&gt;ACT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;in the word)&lt;/span&gt; , and if you are a vijay fan, please do read my disclaimer before you jump on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous post was a tragedy basically its like it was because the previous night I was made to watch this movie. So forgive me if it was a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;D I'll let you all know my bunch of new year resolutions for 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-643957570025472632?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/643957570025472632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=643957570025472632&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/643957570025472632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/643957570025472632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/vijay-jumper.html' title='ViJaY tHe JuMpEr!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Szs07eCcK-I/AAAAAAAAJws/1X6ZeqbB5-w/s72-c/chennai_super_kings_team_launch11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5898663687110620828</id><published>2009-12-25T11:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:55:01.990Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HaPpY'/><title type='text'>iN SeArCh Of - 55 FiCtIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hey Amigos, me back after two weeks of detention! Will be back with my usual interesting boring writings,and back to your spaces as well. To start with Forgive me and hope yu all are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SzSjfYGQaiI/AAAAAAAAJvs/1IaskxZYdQI/s200/55fiction.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 127px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419136011073514018" /&gt;Today was the last date, could not find the application form&lt;br /&gt;I opened frantically, it would not open!&lt;br /&gt;I opened the tools! and removed the cookies inside&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SzSjl1rh1LI/AAAAAAAAJv0/nNKONBr1J74/s200/searching-man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419136122093687986" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally it opened.&lt;br /&gt;So Many forms , OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I started to search from top to bottom,&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;Ah! There it is , thanks to Google, found the website to Apply :) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone. Please enjoy the festive season with your family and friends! Its more fun of course :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5898663687110620828?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5898663687110620828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5898663687110620828&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5898663687110620828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5898663687110620828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-search-of-55-fiction.html' title='iN SeArCh Of - 55 FiCtIoN'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SzSjfYGQaiI/AAAAAAAAJvs/1IaskxZYdQI/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2792729633497997623</id><published>2009-12-10T14:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:19:20.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>mE tHe BaBy HeRo &amp; ThAnK YoU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey fellas, Unlikely of me to update my blog apart from a Friday, yet am tempted to post this. A Big thanks to all my Blog readers (especially my mokai inspiration Chriz Bro), who had the patience to read my posts all these days, somehow I caught the attention of Webneetech and they have featured my so called Interview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://webneetech.com/2009/12/07/a-little-laugh-with-blogger-hari/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; As I mentioned earlier in one of my posts...am pretty bad at Interviews, but somehow I came up with much decent answers. Thanks to Anamika from Webneetech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv yu all...thanks and keep lol'ing whist yu are here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As mentioned in my previous post I have plenty of superpowers and one of them being my Memory, My memory is so blank that I can recall what happened when I was a 8 Month old baby.Just a small snapshot of myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become HaRy you need to be HaRy....and for that its little difficult for you all, as I began to read a lot ,even from my tender age...of 8 months. My flair for reading was soooo very impressive that I used to read every book near me For all Jealous babies out there, look at me reading(pic) , I know what all you kids would have done...Pulling strands of hair off your sister, wail right in your mom's ear, hold your bro's nose until they yell in pain,wetting bed (Chriz till date) but yes, am unique :) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413616425920280690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SyEHdPEyuHI/AAAAAAAAJtw/2JYnpHdDyBI/s200/SSL23597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This photograph was taken when my neighbour Aunty brought her 6 month old baby girl to my home, So I realised girls fall for boys with high reading skills and I tried pretending to read the book and show off, until she crawled near me and turned my book, as I was holding it upside down. Nevertheless she was amazed at my Topsy turvy skills. Now am sure if my neighbourhood gal would not remember this as she does not hold super powers like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is me...Yes It was supposed to be appearing for the Dabur Chyawanprash ad for intellectual babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2792729633497997623?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2792729633497997623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2792729633497997623&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2792729633497997623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2792729633497997623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-baby-hero-thank-you.html' title='mE tHe BaBy HeRo &amp; ThAnK YoU'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SyEHdPEyuHI/AAAAAAAAJtw/2JYnpHdDyBI/s72-c/SSL23597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3503034460382235221</id><published>2009-12-04T00:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:07:12.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>MiNd ReAdEr !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last couple of days I came to know one of my biggest gifts - Mind Reading . What is mind reading...hmmm "Its The illusion of telepathy in the performing art of Mentalism" The word Mentalism always echo's behind me as I have been referred with that quite a couple of times. Mind reading is very easy you know, let me quote some instances where i realised i have this impeccable talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interviewer asked me "Who is &lt;em&gt;Hari&lt;/em&gt;" , for which I said " Hari is the other name of Lord Vishnu, alias Krishna and he is one of the top 3 God's and he has taken 10 Avatar's....blah blah blah" He said "Stop, All I asked was to know about you." I am pretty sure he must have thought " What creativity" , funny my name did not appear in the selected candidate list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finish eating to my full stomach and burp and exclaim to my friend that I forgot to bring my purse, then I know he thinks "Yu no good dumb "@#$" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When then lovely babe who stays in my opposite flat comes out early morning and i stop brushing and gape at her, from her smile i know she thinks " wow, finally he brushed " , whereas in the ground floor her Dad's glare I know he thinks " wtf "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also read minds thru telephone and emails, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I send a formal email after trying every word with Thesaurus, I get a nasty reply back from which I can determine the mailer be thinking as" why? am not a gal, don't try to impress me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some one explains for almost 5 whole minutes and i say "Pardon me, please repeat" ,one deep sigh from the caller says "Moron..." that am sure I can make out the telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily tell that half the readers of the blog are wondering what this blogger's intention is, to make comedy or tragedy, So if this post does not make much sense, carry on with your work...of course after throwing an Egg or Tomato comments @ me.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me for my lazy posts and comments...extreme busy yu know, yet i don't wanna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend everyone :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411347249160800690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sxj3pw6ESbI/AAAAAAAAJso/7JhMQx96qgI/s200/keepsmilingcookiebouquet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3503034460382235221?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3503034460382235221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3503034460382235221&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3503034460382235221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3503034460382235221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-reader.html' title='MiNd ReAdEr !!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sxj3pw6ESbI/AAAAAAAAJso/7JhMQx96qgI/s72-c/keepsmilingcookiebouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7631710023597300538</id><published>2009-11-27T12:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:30:01.495Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>RuN - 55 FiCtIoN #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sw_BO5CxIzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/f8k0K-peHgE/s1600/55fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408754139070014258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sw_BO5CxIzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/f8k0K-peHgE/s200/55fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His eyes were burning, Headache as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough, Still he had to run .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They would come for him sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;Everything appeared chaotic before him&lt;br /&gt;He moved his tired hands&lt;br /&gt;Clock chimed 4'o Clock&lt;br /&gt;He checked and realised they still chased him&lt;br /&gt;He ran the program&lt;br /&gt;"CPF5672 : Query failed. " Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those late night working IT people out there... and am sure all are definitely being chased by the team of managers , now please don't smile sarcastically, includes me as well. I agree I gave an impression that I was jobless but those days are gone and blah blah blah...so i can talk endlessly without adding any meaning to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Happy Working and Happy Weekend amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7631710023597300538?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7631710023597300538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7631710023597300538&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7631710023597300538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7631710023597300538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/run-55-fiction-3.html' title='RuN - 55 FiCtIoN #3'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sw_BO5CxIzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/f8k0K-peHgE/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5895215807666289836</id><published>2009-11-20T11:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:35:01.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>BuLlYiNg ThE jUnIoR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SwZ6H1H5GcI/AAAAAAAAJqo/mPE-yd44BDA/s1600/bullying%25202_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Post surely is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; ragging and so I ask you all to please refrain from blowing my cover to Interpol. Just a small experience , bunch of friends who show casted their heroics to get dumbness in the return, includes me in the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this Open house exhibition annually in college and its the time where most of the students come out with brilliant projects and more studious students like me, keep trotting from project to project and ask questions of no relevance.So we the four of us (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bharath&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venky&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karthi&lt;/span&gt; and Me) all in second year of college thought "Damn with the projects" and so set out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proj&lt;/span&gt; - hopping asking logical &amp;amp; Dumb questions in all the technical projects and yeah to check out new gals in the neighbourhood. And before all of you assume nasty things about us, we all are put up in decent organizations like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wipro&lt;/span&gt;(not a soap company) ,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HCL&lt;/span&gt;(not just computers they manufacture) , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mindtree&lt;/span&gt;( not the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;) and also another Entrepreneur(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt; i spelt it right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much teasing and questioning around we reached &lt;em&gt;first year block&lt;/em&gt; of Information &amp;amp; Technology department where we happened to see all funny projects like Flash games and basic Inventory projects, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;..so very easy.Also its a known fact that IT dept is called as Figures(babe's) department as for our department(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ECE&lt;/span&gt;) its full of Zombie's . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we went along questioning only projects which bore good looking gals, there was one particular stand where it had two gals(of course good looking) with one guy blah blah '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; to them, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bharath&lt;/span&gt; being the Nice guy his stomach started to burn at the sight of 2:1 ratio that too in First year Block, so pulled all our temper and set to that stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following was the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bharath&lt;/span&gt; : " Hiya , Explain this piece for me" One gal starts blah blah blah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the project while the guy is still engrossed in a deep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kadalai&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tamil&lt;/span&gt; slang for nonsense/sense talk between girl and boy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karthi&lt;/span&gt; : " Whoa, stop! who did this Project" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal 1 : " We " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karthi&lt;/span&gt; : " Then why are your mates not here explaining along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal 1 : " Yeah they can, ... but... he" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Interuppting&lt;/span&gt;) : " No buts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dai&lt;/span&gt;(calling him) and you(to the other girl) come here both"&lt;br /&gt;The guy looks bewildered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :" You, come here...are you mad? Nonsense fellow come here, is this dumb project yours?, or are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt; working on some project with that gal" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His face boils instead of fear and the gal started to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blutter&lt;/span&gt; in fear and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venky&lt;/span&gt; : " (Pointing at me) Sir &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kupidarangila&lt;/span&gt;(calling you) right? come on in here and talk" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in rage the guy sat(obviously he felt insulted in front of the gals), stands up and we realise he was not as short as we thought and instead he is more 6"2 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kadalai&lt;/span&gt; Guy : " Who are you guys? what do you want... Do you know who I am?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venky&lt;/span&gt; : (With little fear inside) " How dare you speak loud, you dumb fir&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SwZ6ROLy5oI/AAAAAAAAJqw/YBs9JjXNx9s/s1600/bullying%25202_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406142838988793474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SwZ6ROLy5oI/AAAAAAAAJqw/YBs9JjXNx9s/s200/bullying%25202_gif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kadalai&lt;/span&gt; party" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kadalai&lt;/span&gt; Guy :" Idiots, am from Final Year Information Technology! Come outside you morons, ll call my pals to show you the treatment"With this he came close, with only exception not holding my shirt collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I recall the images of this guy in Final Year Hostel in the mess with his dhoti and Food Plate! Damn! We all stared at each other blinking and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venki&lt;/span&gt; froze in fear the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bharath&lt;/span&gt; has immense Presence of Mind, he said : " What? we are from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSG&lt;/span&gt; college of Engineering, we came here to review all the projects, is this how you guys explain? Lead me to your HOD or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Princie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kadalai&lt;/span&gt; Guy : ( Brief thought) " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; am busy, of you go" , with this he escaped the scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew ..big sigh and a great escape, after that we saw him quite often and thankfully either his memory was bleak or he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to show his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;, so he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; quite bully us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5895215807666289836?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5895215807666289836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5895215807666289836&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5895215807666289836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5895215807666289836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullying-junior.html' title='BuLlYiNg ThE jUnIoR'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SwZ6ROLy5oI/AAAAAAAAJqw/YBs9JjXNx9s/s72-c/bullying%25202_gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6003933265019094426</id><published>2009-11-13T07:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:21:57.794Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iNsPiRaTiOnAl'/><title type='text'>yOu CaN dO iT !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chandru&lt;/span&gt; looked at his hands and realised his old age has caught up well on him . His feeble hands would not allow him do any rusty work . He was trying to plant some sunflower seeds for his grandson who loves them, but stays quite far away in a Foreign land. He did not quite get help from his Son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raghu&lt;/span&gt;, who thinks the old man is nothing but a burden. His grandson(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;) was returning back in a couple of months and they write between them regularly .&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; loves his grandfather very much and regrets his Dad for showing disrespect to the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chandru&lt;/span&gt; wrote to his grandson " Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; Betta, In spite of me trying so hard, am not able to plant the sunflower seeds, which I thought will be so much of a colourful greeting for you. Am not able to dig with my old hands and am very sorry that I am not able to greet you in a colourful way when you arrive. please take care" and he gave the letter to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raghu&lt;/span&gt; to get it sent across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; wrote back " Dear Grandpa, Please do not dig the Garden until I am back, that's where I have hidden something Valuable for you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raghu&lt;/span&gt; and his elder son started digging the garden frantically to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chandru's&lt;/span&gt; bewilderment. Finally without a word they gave up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chandru&lt;/span&gt; wrote back telling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt; what happened and what to do next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reply from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rahul&lt;/span&gt;" Go ahead and plant the seeds now.Its the best I could have done for you :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are in this world, if you decide to do something and deep from within, You can Do it. Belief and thought matters, not where you are nor who the person is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403489831077565970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sv0NX1jQVhI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/7jDfsuaKR5E/s320/You-Can-Do-It.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend everyone...I read a little similar kind of story somewhere and well wrote it with my inspiration :) ! Again sorry and please bear with me if am late in commenting to your posts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; busy I am ( betcha none would believe that ...:( all the funny impression I created) !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, am waiting for my 100th Follower :) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6003933265019094426?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6003933265019094426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6003933265019094426&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6003933265019094426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6003933265019094426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-do-it.html' title='yOu CaN dO iT !!!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sv0NX1jQVhI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/7jDfsuaKR5E/s72-c/You-Can-Do-It.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6366873411628788124</id><published>2009-11-06T12:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:27:15.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55 fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><title type='text'>sHe FiGhTs - 55 FiCtIoN - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello all, A big Sorry for not being around your blogs lately as it seems even I need to work someday and that daunting day has turned up :( , so ll be back with my blunt jokes and blogs, of course &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mokai&lt;/span&gt; comments meanwhile wrote my second attempt on 55 fiction, not sure if this was the way 55Fiction queen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; be impressed with (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shruti&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt; reading this? )..anyways here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks for all the suggestions on Halloween costume, as my friend suggested I already looked like a Halloween geek , but anyways dressed up like Jack Sparrow, but in the end it looked like Crap Sparrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400965927043168466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SvQV5SVleNI/AAAAAAAAJnY/8xLRWsX8y7g/s200/55fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She Knew she was strong, she had to fight ,her mouth being her biggest weapon! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the guy in white came with the deadly sharp monster, she braced and clenched her hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She opened her mouth and got ready, suddenly he stuck the sharpness inside her mouth, then he removed her decayed tooth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Weekend fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6366873411628788124?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6366873411628788124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6366873411628788124&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6366873411628788124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6366873411628788124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-fights-55-fiction-2.html' title='sHe FiGhTs - 55 FiCtIoN - 2'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SvQV5SVleNI/AAAAAAAAJnY/8xLRWsX8y7g/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1728078683322706522</id><published>2009-10-30T11:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:23:44.245Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>OnE BaD DaY - 55 Fiction #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have been trotting around so many 55 Fictions lately and so I thought ll write one, so if this post is kinda freaky , please laugh or tickle yourself when you read ,so someone around can think mine is a funny post :-) !. Now this is my first attempt.Not quite if i hit a sixer or a hit wicket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398346776409277074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SurHyp5AApI/AAAAAAAAJlY/6egjbs9cSBE/s200/55fiction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love her madly"&lt;br /&gt;"Then, tell her before its late"&lt;br /&gt;" Am afraid what shez gonna say"&lt;br /&gt;"Now or never dude"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm OK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Anita, I err....Ahem....."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Rahul....wassup"&lt;br /&gt;" Today is special...! Was thinking about you so much"&lt;br /&gt;" I know Anna(bro) , me too..show me yur hand, Happy Raksha Bandan"&lt;br /&gt;"Gulp! (Wrong day)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398346837216356674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SurH2MaiaUI/AAAAAAAAJlg/DuadlnKUVJg/s200/embarrassed-chimp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shruti,Neha,Mahesh,Venky and many more. Do let me know how it was! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Halloween and we all are planning to dress up some thing weird enuf and am planning to do a Joker as in Dark Knight, but cynical stuff would not suit me and my friend said I need not dress up and am already looking like Halloween prone geek! What shud i dress up like? hmmm Maybe &lt;a href="http://www.hummaa.com/static_content/images/meta/img/artist/t-rajendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;T Rajendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tough but worth a try I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1728078683322706522?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-bad-day-55-fiction-1_30.html' title='OnE BaD DaY - 55 Fiction #1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1728078683322706522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1728078683322706522&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1728078683322706522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1728078683322706522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-bad-day-55-fiction-1_30.html' title='OnE BaD DaY - 55 Fiction #1'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SurHyp5AApI/AAAAAAAAJlY/6egjbs9cSBE/s72-c/55fiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5317904916466323377</id><published>2009-10-23T12:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:50:28.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><title type='text'>BoSsY TaLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss and I share an eternal bond and am sure most of you love their bosses. If there is sarcasm in my words , then its in the mind of the readers and I always go by my disclaimer notice above.Following is a fictional true conversation between Boss and HaRy.Gone are the days when idle time used to overtake my busy schedule and am back to busy bee, so I can roam around my cubicle 100 times to show am quite busy.Am having sort of the mokai Block,so please spare me fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Hey Hary... busy day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Yep sir, lotsa work yu see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Weird! I don't remember sending out any task mails to yu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Yu didn't? i have an email from yu ( checks and finds out, it was last week's). ... Oh OK OK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Apparently it means Yu still haven't completed last week's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Ahem! actually, this and that came across to make my mind, think of that... so that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Where are yu up to? never in your seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : In the cafeteria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : (Bewildered) What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Whats the mission of our company sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Mutual Productivity earned through trust and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : What?? No way, I have read it in the notice board, it says " Bring your appetite here, Love the slow food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : S**T , that's the Cafeteria's mission... its an advertisement written below. Well done..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Thank you (gulp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Hmmm... what do you think of the term "Bench" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Two things 1. Its cruelty , 2. They are old fashioned and only cushion chairs should be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Remarkable stupid creativity you have.... Why are yu late to office everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : This ain't any Quiz competition... Cant you learn from Rahul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : I thought yu asked me to learn from Sachin? No? Rahul is in different dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Noooo you are hopeless, I mean learn being punctual, discipline, hard work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : That eh! oh I learn from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : I need to check the HR interview panel , they should be weirdos to recruit people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hary : Your Wife was the Lead there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is the picture my friend sent me with caption as " If your boss asks you to work on weekends" ( Click to see a larger image of the Picture, Goyale in Tamil means...i think waste fellow) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395754322110252290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SuGR99CpBQI/AAAAAAAAJkg/UcGMNd2CzM0/s320/boss.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How abt yu guys? funny experiences with yur boss? Do share em' , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5317904916466323377?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5317904916466323377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5317904916466323377&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5317904916466323377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5317904916466323377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/bossy-tale.html' title='BoSsY TaLe'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SuGR99CpBQI/AAAAAAAAJkg/UcGMNd2CzM0/s72-c/boss.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-366046145130650922</id><published>2009-10-16T18:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:26:53.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tHoUgHtS....'/><title type='text'>LuCkY tO CeLeBrAtE DiWaLi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***I some how managed to write a story without humor in it, i know i am a Novice in story telling..Please let me know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; views*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Wide open Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; watched out through the window, beautiful sky scrapers around the city seem to lit up the sky with the spectacular fireworks. It was already Diwali eve and he still was waiting for his parents ,who did not return from work. He peeped out through the window again which showed the never ending slum street with the below poverty line people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Under the dim street lights, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt; sat picking all the left over fireworks out of 1000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walas&lt;/span&gt; and burst out crackers. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; lady in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; neighbourhood kept yapping about loud sound and playfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt; and his sister kept all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bijili&lt;/span&gt; cracker around her, all around the small kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Stim1Yg8e4I/AAAAAAAAJjA/Uc_yI9xLm9o/s1600-h/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393243989820078978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Stim1Yg8e4I/AAAAAAAAJjA/Uc_yI9xLm9o/s200/kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kept fighting for some rocket's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chakra's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After some time came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; dad on his usual Atlas Cycle with two big covers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt; and his sister grabbed the cover in haste to see what their Dad has got for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; was surprised to see some of the clothes belonged to him and his DAD had given away as it was quite old, and same with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; sister as well. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; joys knew no bounds as he started wearing them right away and jumped in joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed by they started to light the crackers and only 2 out of 10 flamed up as most of them were used and thrown away one's. Then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Raju's&lt;/span&gt; mom with some home made sweets hardly handful, yet she started giving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt;, his sister and some to the kids nearby. Four of them hugged each other in Joy exclaiming "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shub&lt;/span&gt; Diwali" with so much joy and sincerity in their tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tring&lt;/span&gt;!! Lil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; rushed to the door leaping in joy thinking his parents in mind , only to find his maid. She informed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; that her parents were not able to make it because of work they had and wished him Happy Diwali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; their maid!! Again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; went over to the Window...only with tears in his eyes. That was all he cud have done !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393244955054438866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/StintkSv-dI/AAAAAAAAJjQ/nyhtqJhYWmg/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kutti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;kutti&lt;/span&gt; ( small small ) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;happyness&lt;/span&gt; , we earn,study,work, eat only for these! The Idiot box and work has taken our life virtually and there is indeed no time for our people.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali everyone... spend some time to wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; family and friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-366046145130650922?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/366046145130650922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=366046145130650922&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/366046145130650922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/366046145130650922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-to-celebrate-diwali.html' title='LuCkY tO CeLeBrAtE DiWaLi?'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Stim1Yg8e4I/AAAAAAAAJjA/Uc_yI9xLm9o/s72-c/kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2071359612425898851</id><published>2009-10-09T14:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:52:17.193+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>bLuNt SuPeRsTiTiOn'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post as my disclaimer goes, is basically aimed at complete warp humor and not to target any one's personal belief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Black Cat crossing the Road is considered a Bad Omen when you start somewhere - Oh yeah poor one with nine lives, I can send a Black cat everyday to trot in front of my Boss's house:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390596388938927522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Ss8-2uo1TaI/AAAAAAAAJfg/nsDMiWrVxmk/s200/catr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not sneeze or cough or exclamation when someone leaves for a journey - Last time I had to sneeze and controlled so hard, otherwise my uncle's US trip wud have been cancelled bcos i sneezed? Or wat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not cut your hair or Shave on Tuesdays/Fridays - Now what ll happen if I have an interview on a Friday/Tuesday? I dread that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not sneeze odd no.of times when some one is going out - Hmmm, can throw some pepper on the squeezer's(there is such a word rite?) nose, so he can sneeze again.But if he sneezes twice to make it ODD, then God help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Going Beneath a Ladder is not a good Omen - So push the ladder, even if someone is on the top painting something, throw him down..so your day will be bliss.Not sure abt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating curd before Exams bring good luck - Now am a topper as well ( now its up to yu guys to believe it) , used to score 100% in all the subjects( My alter ego is abusing me) , but then i never have touched curd my entire Life....how is that? (agree there is scientific fact for coooling..but how does it work for me :-) .he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/329-terror-romeo-rajendar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.Rajendar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; enters politics - Now that's the best superstition or comedy piece...and am not sure why i put this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If your head bumps with another person a black dog might bite yu later / Horns might grow on your head, so bump again with the same person - My Friend who saw this in the Genelia movie, thought he can bump into a number of gals and take this excuse to bump again, but ended up bummed in his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hiccups indicate someone is thinking of you - So its better you go and see the person who is thinking of you rather than drink water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Opening an Umbrella indoors bring bad luck - So most of the cine actress's life is ruined and have only bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This is the worst one - Girl forced to marry a DOG&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4to40.com/newsat4/index.asp?id=2451&amp;amp;news=Superstitions"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of them are harmless, such as senti - watches, dress, jewels, pen, soo many.... but the one's that can be the turning point in one's life..God save them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess each of you have your own experiences...:D ..do share them guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2071359612425898851?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2071359612425898851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2071359612425898851&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2071359612425898851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2071359612425898851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/blunt-superstitions_09.html' title='bLuNt SuPeRsTiTiOn&apos;S'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Ss8-2uo1TaI/AAAAAAAAJfg/nsDMiWrVxmk/s72-c/catr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3243669893709454163</id><published>2009-10-02T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:09:47.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adyar amarkalam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><title type='text'>mY aMigOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time for some real life cartoonists...let me introduce some of my cartoon friends, who always have shot to glory because of their tongue. All the mentioned below are a part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AdyarGuyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; , please check the link for more details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maadu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Cow) - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name implies everything. He is the Backbone of our class room and has a rare character to withstand anything including large number of insults that he faces in daily life. He is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sapaduholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foodholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and munches up everything that comes across him. He has a very rare physique , and incredibly his brain is very small and has much of it covered with food and the rest with a lot of affection for friends ;-) . &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsYJglTkp5I/AAAAAAAAJeg/5uLaVhuXVzY/s1600-h/maadu"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388004459570046866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsYJglTkp5I/AAAAAAAAJeg/5uLaVhuXVzY/s320/maadu" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in cricket and so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that he only umpires during the matches (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; allow him to play, because if he gets out he does not give the bat back) so we always put him as the umpire by praising him saying that " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you only can solve any issues when both teams fight during a match, so please as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the best" and as i said he has less brain he agrees immediately. He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited and the first ball was bowled by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . But it was just a sec after the ball was released from his hand and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not even have reached the batsman by which Mr.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had declared Six. check the Pic. so much for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; umpiring ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these cartoons apart, he is such a caring person and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; risk anything for friends. He can laugh without even a joke . He does have another name as "Baby", because of his so much of innocence and baby like character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poriyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Curry) - Cyril Benedict&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of my very close friend indeed , and has humour integrated within.... he is very good at Quantitative Analysis (yes he mugged all the answers from R S &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Agarwal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; book), so during the final year of college he managed to somehow clear the first round only to keep wondering why they asked different questions during the HR interview, mugging for HR interview did not help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see! :-) . He calls himself as the College Captain for the Hockey team . Well also he became the first in history of our college to score Self goal for the sake of opposite team and sprint in celebration until someone pointed him that sides do change after half time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise he is such a God Fearing and a lovely person! So honest and sincere that i admire the most in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive me for the terrible piece of artwork, but am bad in MS Paint :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paavada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(gown) - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsYJsS3HDgI/AAAAAAAAJeo/N96fkbI2Q7E/s1600-h/allll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388004660777258498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsYJsS3HDgI/AAAAAAAAJeo/N96fkbI2Q7E/s320/allll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he was the man!! and he always will be!!This guy can hardly speak a line correctly Of our good for nothing gang, he is the only worth for something.. he always is surrounded by gals, of course sisters as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think. He has amazing vocabulary skills maybe...now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what am going blah about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident#1 : &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has very good abbreviation knowledge and he is the best among words! One day we were talking about frequent power cuts, when putting up UPS came into discussion, and beloved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paavadai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came in and said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;veetla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; current &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yen UNEXPECTED POWER SUPPLY use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kodathu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" meaning " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when there is no current in our home, y not we use UNEXPECTED POWER SUPPLY", Apparently he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; understand the abbreviation maybe for UPS!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident#2 : Another day and we were planning for a tour to Andaman &amp;amp; Nicobar, We were so excited by the sudden idea and were discussing how to apply for leave and dates , hotel and other stuff (Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has not arrived, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; y the smooth dialogue) . &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entered the scene all of a sudden and we briefed him this idea and also about the dates and we went on &amp;amp; on until he stopped us saying, " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Andamanuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; passport &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;panalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...?"( when do we apply passport for Andaman..?). Wat a moment it was!. First of all he did not realise that Andaman is a part of our country and then second even if it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;( he he) it was VISA that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; have applied and not Passport....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... We sent out a mail to our College group , to spread the fame of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sundar's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; passport comedy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, he has applied VISA thrice for US L1 &amp;amp; L1B visa and has been rejected all times...!! maybe he needs to apply for Passport rather than Visa ;-) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , all otherwise he is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chap and first time in our college history &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an award for Helping tendency! Award which was especially designed for his incredible helping nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more of my good '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pals especially &lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tongue-slipz-and-cartoonists.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GOKUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , will keep posting their flip side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3243669893709454163?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3243669893709454163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3243669893709454163&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3243669893709454163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3243669893709454163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-amigos.html' title='mY aMigOs'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsYJglTkp5I/AAAAAAAAJeg/5uLaVhuXVzY/s72-c/maadu' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6774823972724659349</id><published>2009-09-25T11:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:05:34.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood nutties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><title type='text'>7 yEaR oLd'S DiArY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prenote to all readers : Please read my disclaimer as always :) ! and please forgive the grammar, its a 7 year oldz musing anyways :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear diary, today I start to write Diary , writing what i did from morning as my uncle hary troubled( no other word found) to write like this daily.Morning, I think bathing is a mistake invention, because everytime Hary uncle goes inside bathroom he is screaming ( he asks me put it as singing) , so I think it will create pain. Then I put some white cream and powder without my sister finding, as after putting this she becomes white and another colour. Mummy first asked me "kanna pls eat", if I don't she makes me afraid by telling " Seri, wait I will call Hary uncle to tell a joke" , so I think Mummy food is better.. We run to my auto and I sit in front along with auto mama and press the honk in signal and police mama shouts at Auto mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SryIFFV3faI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/-cOcNHxmixg/s1600-h/beating5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385328875342888354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SryIFFV3faI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/-cOcNHxmixg/s320/beating5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today in assembly, Rahul made the Durrrr noise from his back and I laughed showing finger at him, so my class Miss Rekha beat me on my back and made me kneel down in front of all. First period is English and I tried same what uncle Hary did ( &lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-class.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;),but got beatings again because miss asked me to say bike and I said car. I like history miss because ,everyday Hary Uncle gives me a letter to give to History miss and she gives me a letter to give to Hary Uncle, today different History miss came and she is old and not nice . As Hary uncle usually says" Give this office letter to History miss" , I gave this also to the new History miss. After reading the letter she told me to bring Hary uncle tomorrow. Hope he has a nice time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my class miss how to eat Orange and she told me how, I went near her and squeezed the Orange and water fell on her eyes, she shouted and gave me beating for putting water.During games period We played catch-ball, as Hary uncle given me practice in this, I catch well and throw well, but my friend Rahul was good too.So I picked and threw a ball full fast at my friend but it fell on his head and he cried. It was a stone ,I did not know promis&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SryIgjZrzbI/AAAAAAAAJbg/0ZuCUIk8vpQ/s1600-h/dont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385329347268431282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SryIgjZrzbI/AAAAAAAAJbg/0ZuCUIk8vpQ/s200/dont.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. My friend Karthik asked me why is Chris so Fat, and I replied because he had swallowed a Ballon and told Karthik to pinch with a safety Pin to burst the balloon. So Karthik did that and I got beatings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After full day beatings , I went home in auto and it was raining and so many rainwater around. As Hary uncle , Mom,Dad and Sis came to get me from Auto I jumped out in a laugh. on a puddle of water, it spread on all of them and Hary uncle white shirt became brown, and my sister makeup cleared. Again beatings. In home I told Hary uncle to sing happy song, so he screamed and opened his hand which fell on my mummy who was bringing milks, glass and the milk fell down on his head.Again beatings, but to Hary uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Daddy " Are you afraid of Mom" , he angrily said " No! am not" , so I asked him " Then why did you throw of the lunch in the bin without telling mom and saying shhhhh" , Mummy was behind me and Daddy started sweating. Again shoutings to my Daddy and beatings to me from Daddy. Last sister came to tell story to make me sleep, afraid of her mokai story I told I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So this is my day. I think I can put name as Beating Diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6774823972724659349?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6774823972724659349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6774823972724659349&amp;isPopup=true' title='88 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6774823972724659349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6774823972724659349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-year-olds-diary.html' title='7 yEaR oLd&apos;S DiArY'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SryIFFV3faI/AAAAAAAAJbQ/-cOcNHxmixg/s72-c/beating5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>88</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1150012076351049944</id><published>2009-09-18T12:03:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:30:00.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>jObLeSs SuRvEy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm so many of you would have come across baseless surveys which could take up your precious idle time :) , so we a team of workaholics( if yu'd believe this then pls read on lol ) started out with the task of surveying a bunch of people . The Survey is about - @ Work, when there is no work, how to kill time.. We got some real variety of answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382765919524959442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SrNtFa5dNNI/AAAAAAAAJYs/qW8XVGWk1sY/s320/workhumor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.J - Drink large glasses of water and juice, so that you can spend most of the time walking in a hurried pace to the LOO, so that people think you are busy running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.O - Oh, i keep calling offshore from onsite, as the number does not get displayed and yu can hear people screaming back ...so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.B - Well i start a mail chain with so many colleagues, example as " Hey Ravi why did you tell Prakash that Kumar is so dumb at work and a real coward" , so in that case Prakash&lt;br /&gt;and Ravi will be the STAR of attraction and by the time they question you, we have OUT OF OFFICE to our rescue :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.L - "Oh yes. the Loo... switch of the lights above and sleep there".....ewwwww is what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.E - Well, there are specific rooms for meeting, concall, server, many more and each of them has a backdoor leading to somewhere, so hurry up there and enter front door along with jobless colleagues, sit and gossip and leave out thru the back door! - Brilliant! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.S - "If there is some cute gal next to your den, then try to jam or pull a chord or wire or dismantle some of her phone and network connections, so that you can get to her rescue" - as he said this aloud the cute gal opposite to him gave a dirty glare...I left the place - AMEN :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.S - Oh the Stairs are the best place to kill, walk up and down and burn a few calories...and yu get to see some staircase romance if you are lucky ! Gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.M - Check out if any of your colleagues have left with PC unlocked, if so then run along and add everyone you know in BCC and send a mail stating his resignation from the company - now i know why my manager was fuming the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.E - Am the team lead, so all I do is call for a meeting of all my sub ordinates and tell them they have made a heck of the job and ask for updates, if they don't have any thing to report, I start appraisal discussion. Its so much fun when they talk seriously - I went Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.N - Make a big crap noise from your co-worker's cubicle and when everyone turns around to see , point fingers at him and ask " Dude, what yu upto? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.O - Well, go around and make lip movements to your co-worker and when he yells back in frustration” What" , then tell him " Mate, Yu ought to check your ears" - now that’s Grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.W - Order Pizza and give your colleagues contact number and info :)! - Swell :)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or one of my co-workers even sent me a cartoon on how to organise your desk... this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382766512504045778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SrNtn76sANI/AAAAAAAAJY8/qDDCnp-0qlg/s200/my-desk.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its me.... Plenty of options...just as me, there are many funny and adorable people out there who post blogs in the name of comedy (sry my frnds lol ) , so check their blogs...they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deliciouslysunsational.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dexterouslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chriz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cute-cadre.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niranjana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlem-o-holic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manju &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shruti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cricoholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itismyworldhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itismyworldhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZB &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hrzn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swati &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spice-n-ice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bindu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hummingwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ektakhetan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ekta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vishnushady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vishnu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itismyworldhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blunt Edges &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiplewords.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Srivatsan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;., &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nehasilam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unthinkunwind.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rohini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guria,Sa_t_ish,R S V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the list cud go on if you check my followers and comments....so i suggest yu guys read these blogs to kill time as they are the best entertainers in the town..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pls no false impressions that am jobless..! just my Time Off in Lieu :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1150012076351049944?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1150012076351049944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1150012076351049944&amp;isPopup=true' title='112 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1150012076351049944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1150012076351049944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/09/jobless-survey.html' title='jObLeSs SuRvEy'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SrNtFa5dNNI/AAAAAAAAJYs/qW8XVGWk1sY/s72-c/workhumor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>112</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7225671955804365868</id><published>2009-09-11T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:43:00.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>PoLiCe StOrY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday morning and as usual we had booked a ticket in Sathyam Cinemas so &lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tongue-slipz-and-cartoonists.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and me were off for it. We started for the movie Veerasamy, but unfortunately &lt;a href="http://www.hummaa.com/static_content/images/meta/img/artist/t-rajendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T Rajendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movies h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ad so much graphics and was taken in iMax cameras and 3D that Sathyam's theatre was not compatible and was not put up there. So we had to console ourself with another tormentor in Tamil cinema - Ilaya Mokaipathy Vijay. As Mr.Gokul had crashed my heavy duty bike to a lamp post previous night ( thinking it was a beautiful damsel and trying to impress her) , We had to steal my friend Cyril's bike key whilst he was snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we set out on the busy Mount Road , we both were excellent bikers and so just to prove to Gokul am better of him i went racing thru all the bends GP style until i realised i had zoomed past the red light, and did'nt realise chennai cops were so quick to react...a mama (cop) who was having his coconut in the shade jumped onto the road spreading his hands and started jumping left and right( it was so much of a funny sight) to stop us. So I had to pull over and immediately he took the keys. Following is the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Did you see the signal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes anna(bro)...(shit i shud hav called him mama at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Anna? are yu mad? why did yu ride past the signal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sorry, Sir... ( i got sweaty) As i am suffering from fever, please could you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Stupid! Am i your class teacher? Padichavan thane nee?( Are'nt you guys educated? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokul : Sir, yes we got the Driving License education and only then got the license. ( apparently intelligent Gokul thought if the cop's asking abt the License exam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop and Me stare at Gokul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Idiot, am asking if you are literate enough to study the traffic signs!! Anyways do you have the papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both in chorus(pointing each other) : He has ! and then we look dumbfounded as we forgot to get it from Cyril..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Well now that adds up the crime, pay up and leave..( in his hand he shows 2..meaning 200 bucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokul : Sir, i have seen the rules in the internet, we have to pay up a fine of only 400 for this innocent offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : So , yu guys know the rules eh? fine then pay up 1000rs and then as today is Sunday no mobile court, collect your vehicle tomorrow..thats for talking rules to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to Gokul : " Great you Moron...see what you have done now..." , After much pleading, the cop would'nt agree and we had to pay the fine...which we did not have so we called up the bike owner Cyril to come over.... he obviously was fuming and came in another bike and brilliantly without a helmet.. Now as we gave the money to the Cop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380200764508246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqpQFvzMk2I/AAAAAAAAJXU/AeIuDiYjO6g/s200/Corrupt_Traffic_Cop_Cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop to Cyril : Well, Well..where is your helmet..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stare at each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop : Pay up all the fine and leave before i dig out your criminal records...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to pay up finally 1500rs of fine as we sped the signal, no papers and no helmet!!! Lousy day indeed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7225671955804365868?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7225671955804365868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7225671955804365868&amp;isPopup=true' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7225671955804365868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7225671955804365868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/09/police-story_11.html' title='PoLiCe StOrY...'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqpQFvzMk2I/AAAAAAAAJXU/AeIuDiYjO6g/s72-c/Corrupt_Traffic_Cop_Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-8132456903800404890</id><published>2009-09-04T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:00:01.471+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>tOoTh fAiRy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when I was off to the dentist to get my tooth pulled out....waz bcos hav been eating too many chocolates lately and a deep cavity quickly developed. So it appeared my tooth cannot be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377549603029953714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqDk31qkrLI/AAAAAAAAJWs/3UB1GBHbsDw/s200/dent.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was very surprised to see two lovely ladies in the clinic, which is usually run by an old doc, apparently they were getting knowledge transfer it seems, lucky for me! So the clinic being very professional, I had to register to the beautiful receptionist gal sat in the front, by giving her the details of my tooth problem. so as usual I started to blah blah with her... and she matched my frequency very much I guess, so after some time of rubbish talk, I sat, awaiting to be called upon. There was an Old woman as well nearby who was trying to register amidst our talk, not sure if she did in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thanking my lucky stars when I came to know that even the dentist who had to work on me was a gal as well, she was equally pretty and very much co-operative :) and we started the kadalai ( blah blah between a gal and a boy in tamil) ! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pre-tooth plucking activity was quite simple and i had soooo much time to get to know her and came to know she was from the neighbourhood. I started dreaming ...and I think even she was very much attracted to me as she was leaning over me with much interest and appeared to be fascinated (ever since this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware-of-kidz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; event i have started brushing thrice a day :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She beamed at my mouth with her eyes and I thought she saw the entire universe in my mouth like Lord Krishna when he opened his mouth to his mom.I noticed that the old woman was in the same room with another Dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she started to clean my teeth, i had a loud ARGHHHHHHH nearby, apparently i figured the old woman had a hostile nurse, But then she started yelling " My..pheeeet...O MY Pheeeet" , Me and my dentist both started looking at her feet, thinking if something fell on her, and yeah she awfully has a small feet...5? we both nodded understandingly(is there a word as such?) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqDhj2yhudI/AAAAAAAAJWc/wHeVFTv1jT8/s1600-h/ena0109l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She started to shout at the top of her voice "aw ..eww...owww" , i thought she left two more vowels :)! The she moaned that she had come for cleaning her teeth!! There was complete staring for a min, then we all realised what happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Head Dentist came in and started yelling at receptionist gal and both these newbiez .The old woman was cursing to lose her only left behind tooth(which was with cavity any way) I just sat quietly. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqDkvl0G27I/AAAAAAAAJWk/eVdjptje15w/s1600-h/ena0109l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377549461336021938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqDkvl0G27I/AAAAAAAAJWk/eVdjptje15w/s200/ena0109l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all tensions ceased, i got my tooth pulled out and went over to the receptionist gal to err.. ahem! ahem :) ! But i got the dirtiest glare ever! Wonder wat she meant by that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: - Please always read the disclaimer of MY blog... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-8132456903800404890?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8132456903800404890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=8132456903800404890&amp;isPopup=true' title='97 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/8132456903800404890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/8132456903800404890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/09/tooth-fairy.html' title='tOoTh fAiRy'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SqDk31qkrLI/AAAAAAAAJWs/3UB1GBHbsDw/s72-c/dent.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>97</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7078048065085978913</id><published>2009-08-28T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:39:21.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mOkAi mEmOrIeZ'/><title type='text'>sTuPid...wHo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Final year placement in college is always an important phase of every one's life and as always there used to be 3 standard rounds 1. Written test, 2. Group Discussion and 3. Interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It was just another Off campus Placement for the company Polaris and I somehow after mugging up all the question paper Dumps, dumped them and cleared the first round. The second being the Group Discussion which I fancied I was very good at, bcos of my usual blah blah blah stuff .There were 7 of them around and each one looked to pounce on the topic, as we were given the impression that whoever initiates the discussion,are bound to get credit points .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375007623058815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Spfc9IVv-6I/AAAAAAAAJWE/LoHbCCSjLwg/s200/Group%2520Discussion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Then came the moderator and announced the topic . The topic was - "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" , I like all around me got totally bewildered...and none started the discussion. When one guy who looked more relevant with the topic (he was the only one clad in t shirt and jean with a half beard) after a big Phew he started -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt; Well, it just another day when Sachin was totally useful with his forehand and Bill gates roared with laughter at Steve Jobs Monopoly,down came the chicken which crossed the road getting hit by an unarmed terrorist, Rajnikant and his bus conductor attitude giving Spielberg a run for his money. Also not to forget the ever homely acting of Paris Hilton in our Bollywood movies, Karunanidhi and Jayalalitha's new Party takes India by storm and...blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he went for more than 2 full minutes" finally he stopped to all our gaping mouth astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I was thinking, what the hell? has he gone mad???. Then he said &lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, now that's what I call it as stupidity and guess i make one of them!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt; Holy Cow!! he made us sit like morons in the end! Obviously he was selected for the next round, that's Presence of Mind for yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But P.S : I came to know that he was put up in the bench for last one year :) ..that's one a different note!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7078048065085978913?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7078048065085978913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7078048065085978913&amp;isPopup=true' title='94 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7078048065085978913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7078048065085978913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupidwho.html' title='sTuPid...wHo?'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Spfc9IVv-6I/AAAAAAAAJWE/LoHbCCSjLwg/s72-c/Group%2520Discussion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>94</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3666152294019915489</id><published>2009-08-21T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:14:13.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK timez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>cRiCkEt DiArIeS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am a big cricket freak and as other every Indian, cricket is my religion. Its evident that its in my blood because my Dad is a very good batsman and has used the cricket bat many a time ..err to spank my bum and Mom should have been a good bowler as she throws stuff at me with damn good accuracy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also i belong to the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adyar Guyz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;team and so have quite an experience on the Indian turf. I always used to be the man of the match on all occasions, (BOOK CRICKET!!) because i have a specially designed book which does not have "0" in it.(Book Cricket is a game where you score runs by flipping pages and counting the single digits on the left hand pages) . So Its cricket in any form and i have mastered the BOOKCRICKET art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Cricket season in England and i thought why not do some county cricket and become a Kevin Pietersen :P , so i approached the local county team"Highfield" to grab a place for this season. I was not aware till i reached there that you don't have "One Pitch catches" and " LBW is out" and " it was a Cork ball" as all my heroics back home have been with plastic and tennis balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways with much courage and gentlemanship of English cricket i entered the nets. They always had a try out session for new comers and as there were two teams(A and B) and each team had one spot open, i was delighted that either way i would end up in any 1 team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i padded up and went out like my DADA ( am a crazy fan of Sourav yu see) , after all overactions there was a guy who looked similar to Darren Gough who came blasting into bowl ......ZOOM and i thought he has not bowled yet, but the bang sound behind me made me realise that my middle stump was in shatters ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372388235712168162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/So6OouEcgOI/AAAAAAAAJU8/hcsteidGR5s/s200/cricket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Captains of the both the teams came running to me, i thought "End of a marvellous cricketting career" , but suprisingly both of them were fighting to put me in their own team. Bewildered i asked them "What the ...?" for which one of the captains replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mate , We both have 10 damn good players and we were lookin out for one dumb player...so don't wanna miss one like yu" - Now i realised i have let down Adyar Guyz, a shame to my cricket! But nevertheless i got the spot, so does it matter really..I now play for Highfield and Skandia ( don't ask me what i play) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3666152294019915489?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3666152294019915489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3666152294019915489&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3666152294019915489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3666152294019915489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cricket-diaries.html' title='cRiCkEt DiArIeS'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/So6OouEcgOI/AAAAAAAAJU8/hcsteidGR5s/s72-c/cricket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5636949800569014834</id><published>2009-08-14T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:11:55.693+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK timez'/><title type='text'>LoNdOn BaBy ....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LoNdOn&lt;/strong&gt; is the best place i have ever been...so beautiful and spellbound maintainence! So, i thought i'll just share some of the best places i have been and might help you guys when visiting this tourist paradise.&lt;br /&gt;I have categorised based on the my priority of the events attraction @ the Underground stations to make life lot more easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;strong&gt;Westminster&lt;/strong&gt; @ Westminster-------- This tops the list :) An awesome place with pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVwiNyep-I/AAAAAAAAJUE/oHP_zRvZO64/s1600-h/3318219689_74eb2917f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369821863828432866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVwiNyep-I/AAAAAAAAJUE/oHP_zRvZO64/s200/3318219689_74eb2917f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oramic view of the London eye &amp;amp; the Parliament . Don't miss the night ferry ride from Westminister pier around!! No matter 'n' no of times i go to this place and yet do not get bored!! My fav place all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Madam Tussads&lt;/strong&gt; @ Baker street - Awesome place with all Wax dupe :) , i got to take fotos with Lopez,Lara &amp;amp; myfav Beatles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;London Dungeon&lt;/strong&gt; @ London Bridge - Scary !!(beautiful girls dressed as witches, ghosts and haunty caretakers...now thats not scary is it?) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVwoiqbv4I/AAAAAAAAJUM/4kzrREKaibA/s1600-h/340824201_f82987bd80.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369821972511047554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVwoiqbv4I/AAAAAAAAJUM/4kzrREKaibA/s200/340824201_f82987bd80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;London Eye&lt;/strong&gt; @ Waterloo - If at all yu were to visit London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during December, do not missthe mind blowing spectacular fire works on Dec31 midnight. The best spot to view this Extravaganza is beneath the Big Ben...and thats where i was :) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Tower of London&lt;/strong&gt; @ Tower bridge or near to London Bridge (Good but big) - The fortress of Ol' London still hangs around , find all the weaponery dating back to BC era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Greenwich &lt;/strong&gt;@ Cutty arc (i) National Martime museum (ii) Greenwich Park (iii)Cutty Arc (I think anytime)&lt;br /&gt;All three places are near Greenwich only - Get to see the GMT :) , Splendid place and most importantly free entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Lords&lt;/strong&gt; @ St.john or Baker street. - To all cricket crazy amigos, a must see place! Boy i was lucky to see India vs England t20 match live :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Science museum&lt;/strong&gt; @ South Kennigton (Very good) - Although it might bore for some of us! not me, my frnd he he! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVybDcX9sI/AAAAAAAAJUU/_HVwdc65i7o/s1600-h/canary-wharf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369823939815536322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVybDcX9sI/AAAAAAAAJUU/_HVwdc65i7o/s200/canary-wharf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Canary Wharf&lt;/strong&gt; @ Canary Wharf (This you can go any time as its just the skyscrapers for photograph, but only during the daytime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Trafagal square&lt;/strong&gt; ( Anytime) - Remember the opening scene from DDLJ , yes thats exactly the place . So crowdy place yu hardly have a minute to take a photo..i did somehow climb the Lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;/strong&gt; @ Victoria ( Anytime) - Summer time there is a special entry to Staterooms, do not miss this!! Check out the way British have led their Royal life! Plus @11:30 have this spectacular guard changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Leicester square&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Piccadily Circus&lt;/strong&gt; @ Leicester square (night life) - For all Party Animals, this is the place yu wanna b..v once came out of a pub @ 3:30 am and it was still busy and crowded as it was at 21:00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVzUdB4cwI/AAAAAAAAJUc/mi9nn--V9p4/s1600-h/TOWER.JPEG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369824925936284418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVzUdB4cwI/AAAAAAAAJUc/mi9nn--V9p4/s200/TOWER.JPEG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;London Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;/strong&gt; @ London Bridge( Anytime) - I had tears when i saw London &amp;amp; Tower bridge... Dream come true i suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Thames walk&lt;/strong&gt; from London Bridge to Tower Bridge ( Anytime - very good..and boy its romantic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Oxford Street&lt;/strong&gt; @ Oxford Street (Anytime - shopping for all items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Tottenham Court road&lt;/strong&gt; @ Tottenham Court ( Anytime - Electronics items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;British Museum&lt;/strong&gt; @ Tottenham Court Road ( Ok but biggggg...brush up yur history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;East Ham Temples and food&lt;/strong&gt; @ East Ham ( Delicious Southindian food - Anytime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Imax 3D movies&lt;/strong&gt; @ Waterloo ( The Screen OMG size of a couple of Double decker buses together!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;London Zoo&lt;/strong&gt; ( If nothin else is open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;London Aquarium&lt;/strong&gt; @ Waterloo ( If nothing else is open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Carboot sale&lt;/strong&gt; - Hounslow @Hounslow (Electronic,Misc... items at dead cheap price on Sundays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The London Tube&lt;/strong&gt; - It totally blows yu out!! Marvel the construction of the Underground stations and the trains....nothing can be more precise and fascinating. Connects all over London, so try using both the Tube and Buses equally to have a glimpse of both.&lt;br /&gt;Also don’t forget to take as much as 2 FOR 1 tickets at the railway station and keep all your Train Tickets to London with you all the time to avail these offers.&lt;br /&gt;---------Happy LondoNING----- ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5636949800569014834?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5636949800569014834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5636949800569014834&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5636949800569014834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5636949800569014834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/08/london-baby.html' title='LoNdOn BaBy ....!!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SoVwiNyep-I/AAAAAAAAJUE/oHP_zRvZO64/s72-c/3318219689_74eb2917f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6900035557231244503</id><published>2009-08-07T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:38:16.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood nutties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><title type='text'>bEWaRe Of KiDz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kids indeed are real dangerous personalities and they have the special gift of performing an act and finallyput up a face which would show nothing apart from innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a particular incident once during my school days we had this neighbour who had three kids and the eldest being a cute girl - a year younger than me, and then the other does'nt matter as he is a boy and then a kid of 4 year old(names have not disclosed to protect the blogger from getting bummed). I used to run upto their house whenever my mom sends me on an errand to help my mom and socialize with the neighbours...(yeah the girl...as if i had to mention and blow my trumphet !),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once during an early Sunday as usual mom sent me to give a box , i grabbed it up gleefully and had run to the neighbour's before she wud ask my bro to do it . To my joy, i was greeted by the chweet gal and the 4 year ol' kid. Just to show my everlasting love for kids (and to impress her obviously) i took up the kid in my arms and cuddled him, only to have forgotten that i have not even brushed my teeth yet !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid totally annoyed, just pulled the strings of my pyjamas and off it fell ! The gal just stared at me red and blushed! , not knowing wat to do i dropped the kid down &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367153713043662914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Snv13Zji6EI/AAAAAAAAJTc/2q4XVLPRPpM/s200/Crazed_Kid_Laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and pulled back the pyjamas. Now it seems that the drop totally hurt the kid :( , and he started yelling at the top of his voice. I sheepishly gave the box to the giggling gal (shame on her for not checking what happened to her kid bro) and ran back. Don't wanna tell what happened between me and the lil gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think is the moral of the story... so its a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and please refrain from any imagination :) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6900035557231244503?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6900035557231244503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6900035557231244503&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6900035557231244503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6900035557231244503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware-of-kidz.html' title='bEWaRe Of KiDz'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Snv13Zji6EI/AAAAAAAAJTc/2q4XVLPRPpM/s72-c/Crazed_Kid_Laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2613268366662730024</id><published>2009-07-31T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:36:57.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood nutties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>eNgLiSh cLaSs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----To all those who have already read it..sorry about that, i deleted this by mistake and thought I'd post this again :), so please bear this! As for those who have not read it..please Kaa Kaa it away :) ----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was another day in my primary school class and i was'nt throwing any tantrum and only scribbling and drawing in my benchmate's fairnote. Then came my English mam, we called her as &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...because her nose was as big like a parrot nose. As usual she started her classes right away and the class today was pronouncing silent Alphabets. She started of lecturing about how and where the 'r' is used , and not to stress on the word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was too bored with the class anyway...as if i was interested any time. The first word she tried to teach us was CAR... she asked me to stand up and pronounce it..i said " CARRRR", Teacher :" nooooo, its almost like CAAr, with less 'r' in it, its silent!", She instructed me to pronounce it 10 times and also instructed the whole class to go along with me once i repeated correctly. Too angry with the insult and i said " CAA , CAA , CAA " eventually turning to a " KA KA KA KA KA ", &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364648585025533042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SnMPdwc_tHI/AAAAAAAAJRY/5hlZdyAWjes/s200/kids+yelling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The whole class started yelling at the top of their voice as " KA KA KA KA" and without synchronization... it was almost like a swarm of crows and our teacher started shouting to STOP STOP.....but in vain...then seems to be that the next classrooms had taken this up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649185695654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SnMQAuH6YVI/AAAAAAAAJRg/vNeWjuGNDy4/s200/crow.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And slowly the whole block started yelling and passerby crows joined the song as well ,there was no stopping it until our brilliant Headmaster rang the school bell and the "Kaa'ing" stopped and everyone ran out 45 mins before end of school. Of course except me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It seems my Headmaster always had a constant disliking for my Bum and he beat me Black n Blue .When they asked why did i shout , i pointed at my English mam and said " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Paru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only asked me to say CAA" , everyone looked bewildered and realized in a split second who and why it was Paru... she went RED!!! and totally embarrassed &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649454124205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SnMQQWGRBBI/AAAAAAAAJRo/n-ruk-TU9XE/s200/embarr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For some nutty reason i found it funny and giggled. That was it! my parents were summoned and i went on a trial, finally the Defence Attorney had to persuade them to put me in adifferent class and not banish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2613268366662730024?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2613268366662730024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2613268366662730024&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2613268366662730024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2613268366662730024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-class.html' title='eNgLiSh cLaSs'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SnMPdwc_tHI/AAAAAAAAJRY/5hlZdyAWjes/s72-c/kids+yelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5797957593939134488</id><published>2009-07-27T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:52:17.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiyo aiyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>4-tAgGeD........!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally someone wants me to blah blah blah..so a big thanks to Ekta :) ! This whole tagging thing occured weird to me earlier but now i see how you can get to know yur blog mates as well.So i'll just keep it smaller to make it more readable and not borable(do we have those two words in dictionary at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four places you have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Salem-TN&lt;/em&gt; - This is where i was born, grew up studying and learnt being naughty, and whatsover so called maturity. Given an oppurtunity with a decent pay i'd definitely go back to this small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Bangalore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Chennai - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I simply adore this place! I could keep boasting endlessly and still not get tired. However to bore yu all less, i'll just cut short the best outta here. 1. Beach - Nothing is serene and beautiful as beach could beYu wanna enjoy, then play ball there, yu want some loneliness, sit near the waves, I just love the beach crazily :)! 2. Rajnikanth - My Thala, am a crazy lunatic fan of Superstar and where else other thanchennai can be the best place 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adyar Guyz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, click the link and yu'll know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Southampton, UK&lt;/em&gt; - A year and still Southampton is my home. Beautiful and a quiet place where i learnt how to enjoy the loneliness. Have a couple of gud friends like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuart-little.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stuart Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; , and many more. Can never forget the New year eve near London eye, where the spectacular display of fireworks kept 8 lakh people along with me gaping :)! Southampton indeed is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Prison Break&lt;/em&gt; - A Plot that you can never forget and so intense that you have to wait for the next episode at the edge of yur seat. Until prison break was over i had the Michael Scofield fever running high! A must watchfor all plot kinda watchers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Friends&lt;/em&gt; - Can watch this over and over and over and yet not get tired of this American Sitcom. How can some one possibly forget Joey's " How yu doin....", and everlasting Chandler's nut jokes and High Maintainence Monica...and Gross Ross, funny Phoebe and beautiful Rachel :) .The best in the lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Lost -&lt;/em&gt; Totally Lost in this series.. very deep and highly imaginative series which leaves a very definitive impact on everyone who watches this. Many a time i have tried to do a Sarcastic Sawyer :) ending up to be like Hurley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Lollu Sabha in Vijay TV&lt;/em&gt; - Yu name any brilliant movie in Tamil and they have the spoof made so ridiculously funny:). This show is extremely funny and can make you beg not to swap the channel. Its one TV show which the Kollywood cine starsdread watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four places you have been on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Paris&lt;/em&gt; - Oh dear Sweet Lord :), please give me an another oppurtunity to visit the romantic paris! Spell bound, mind boggling..Awesome!! I cried and almost fainted when i first saw the Eiffel Tower and Monalisa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.. All temples in Tamil Nadu -&lt;/em&gt; :) Ok a generic sentence, just to pull my mom's leg! She has taken me n my bro to most of the famous temples around Tamil nadu althought our Area of Interest was something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Tirupathi &amp;amp; Kodaikanal -&lt;/em&gt; My Dad takes us to Tirupathi every year and its like a Vacation &amp;amp; a worship combo offer. Kodaikanal is a soooper appu place, can never forget the Coalker's walk there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. New Forest, UK -&lt;/em&gt; Director Shankar should see this scenic Marvel...watta place yaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four of your favorite foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Chocolate -&lt;/em&gt; Anything that has chocolate...i'd melt at its sight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Pastas &amp;amp; Couscous -&lt;/em&gt; I didnt know these stuff until i came to UK and boy are they a delight and yummy to eat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Egg Kothu parotta -&lt;/em&gt; For those who are into Street food in TN, they will know these...boy o boy!! they are super spicy and lip smacking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Rava Masal Dosa &amp;amp; Onion pakoda -&lt;/em&gt; Nothing can beat the taste of masala in Rava:) and yum yum pakoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four places you would rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Would love to settle down in &lt;em&gt;London, also Salem, Texas US and Chennai finally:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four movies you can see over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Baasha(Tamil) -&lt;/em&gt; Superstar is unbeatable in this movie.. can watch it 100 times and start over again!&lt;br /&gt;2. Spielberg is a genius and his &lt;em&gt;Back to the future Trilogy&lt;/em&gt; always fascinates me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Sweet November -&lt;/em&gt; Keanu reeves was excellent and a sad ending Romantic story :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Pursuit of happyness -&lt;/em&gt; Touching and Boy my fav Will Smith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Four things u hope to do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat Swiss chocolates on the top of Swiss Alps with my best friend :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk and the whole world should listen my speech! not a joke ...&lt;br /&gt;3. Roam the world...!&lt;br /&gt;4. Have my loved ones near me when i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag four people who will respond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://genius-called-jyoti.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jyoti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- My gud blog friend&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cute-cadre.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cute Cadre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - funny chennaite :)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gayathri-tn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gayathri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - An Awesome blogger !&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dexterouslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sowmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - has a gift for writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363088279405906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sm2EYBEMyLI/AAAAAAAAJQ4/IDJZqCJkYkc/s200/international_blogger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The tag Rules: 1. Link the person who tagged you. 2. Copy the image above, the rules and the questionnaire in this post. 3. Post this in one or all of your blogs. 4. Answer the four questions following these Rules. 5. Recruit at least seven (7) friends on your Blog Roll by sharing this with them. 6. Come back to BLoGGiSTa iNFo CoRNeR (PLEASE DO NOT CHANGE THIS LINK) at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggistame.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://bloggistame.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and leave the URL of your Post in order for you/your Blog to be added to the Master List. 7. Have Fun! Questions &amp;amp; Your Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you: Ekta&lt;br /&gt;2. Her site's title and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ektakhetan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://ektakhetan.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Date when you were tagged: 17th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;4. Persons you tagged: Given above- Jyoti , Cute Cadre, Gayathri, Sowmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for yur patience to any1 who is reading this sense full of nonsense :)..i'd luv to tag many more..like Ayus,Sai, Ekta again :) , but its a 4 tag and i'd rather refrain from doing that...cya soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5797957593939134488?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5797957593939134488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5797957593939134488&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5797957593939134488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5797957593939134488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-tagged.html' title='4-tAgGeD........!!!'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sm2EYBEMyLI/AAAAAAAAJQ4/IDJZqCJkYkc/s72-c/international_blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6820314295943763916</id><published>2009-07-21T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:58:44.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gOnE mAd'/><title type='text'>EnD oF dAyZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SmWfWBHeHJI/AAAAAAAAJLw/ySsSHkwjhNE/s1600-h/end_of_the_world_2_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360866132060150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SmWfWBHeHJI/AAAAAAAAJLw/ySsSHkwjhNE/s200/end_of_the_world_2_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was just wondering what ll happen if tomorrow is when the world ends? Thought i'll just add what i'd do on a lighter note :) , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please do share yurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always wanted to find out how people yell in different tones and languages when they get pricked by a needle....of course in their ass :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try and propose to every cute gal that comes across me. Never done this proposing part before, so would love to see their reaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call up my boss and say in a grim tone that he is fired :) ! ! er.. if tomorrow is the last day ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Try and get myself in the TV and get famous somehow, " you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain" - wonder why i said that now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I always wanted to see T.Rajendar (Romeo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/329-terror-romeo-rajendar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chriz's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog)and talk to him , so will try to meet him as quickly as possible. He might be one of the reason for end of days . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adyar Guyz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; will try and organize a cricket match 1 hour before the extinct and play with the neighbour kids, err..batting first and then watch the doom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lastly would like to shout like Tarzan jumping on the top of one car to another at the last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do ? Yeah on a lighter note &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pls do share yur weirdness :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6820314295943763916?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6820314295943763916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6820314295943763916&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6820314295943763916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6820314295943763916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-dayz.html' title='EnD oF dAyZ'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SmWfWBHeHJI/AAAAAAAAJLw/ySsSHkwjhNE/s72-c/end_of_the_world_2_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7335507742061437979</id><published>2009-07-09T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:42:22.446+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoonists'/><title type='text'>cRaP tAlK...</title><content type='html'>We all shud have overheard so many conversations from the loo, today i was at the London Technology Center for a official work(ya..like u'd believe that) and i overheard a talk between two nerds( am damn sure they won't read this blog). It was actually some guy on a mobile phone, and it was quite funny. I was not able to make out what the other person on phone was asking/talking, so from this guy's response i just framed things up....of course and most of the conversation as well :)&lt;br /&gt;( Phone rings) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356414957349562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SlXPBjJo5tI/AAAAAAAAJKY/EPqVPEXLFME/s320/pcrf021882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy in loo(GL) : Hello Mate , you alrite? wha yu doin?&lt;br /&gt;Guy from Phone(GP) : Me gud.. just hanging around yu know...what are yu doing?&lt;br /&gt;GL : ..me alrite..and me ...ahem...err..kinda stuck in downloading something yu know.....&lt;br /&gt;GP : Downloading that i know? what is that....?&lt;br /&gt;GL : no no.... i mean you'd not know what am downloading,i'd rather not say what.... ok wat do yu want?&lt;br /&gt;GP : Oh shit!!&lt;br /&gt;GL : Wat? How the hell do you know?&lt;br /&gt;GP : Know wat?? .. i stomped my foot here.. whats the matter with yu?&lt;br /&gt;GL : Ha Ha....&lt;br /&gt;GP : Ok, listen am waiting outside...come soon&lt;br /&gt;GL : How the heck? Is that your shoes?...&lt;br /&gt;GP : What do you mean? Am outside the building..Stop the crap and come out..&lt;br /&gt;(At that moment, the bathroom cleaner appears magically and knocks on the door to inform every one to hussle out , as he had to clean)&lt;br /&gt;Cleaner : Hello, anybody there...coming in..&lt;br /&gt;GL : No No...can't come out now...wait!!&lt;br /&gt;GP : Yu wont?? don't yu want the Lomofen's(Stomach upset pills)&lt;br /&gt;Cleaner : Its late sir, come out!&lt;br /&gt;FLUSH sounds....&lt;br /&gt;GL comes out... i double with laughter!! and he stares at me red!&lt;br /&gt;GP : Wha the noise?&lt;br /&gt;GL : Nothing...My stomach!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha he ho... apparently the Guy in the phone from otherside should have come earlier :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7335507742061437979?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7335507742061437979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7335507742061437979&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7335507742061437979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7335507742061437979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/crap-talk.html' title='cRaP tAlK...'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SlXPBjJo5tI/AAAAAAAAJKY/EPqVPEXLFME/s72-c/pcrf021882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-2638044294439148996</id><published>2009-07-03T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:39:56.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoonists'/><title type='text'>Bathroom singers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;          Wonder how many of you actually sing in the bathroom, well am a World Class bathroom singer and have successfully been hit by soaps several times out of appreciation while singing in the hostel bathrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;         For those who dont sing in the bathroom, please try it even if your voice is like a blade on the slate, it does come out well , as because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the four walls closed in between produces a echo and a real haunting...err enchanting sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;       I remember this, as today being Sunday and a long shower definitely cools of my Ignited Mind(ho he ha), so i hit the shower and was no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t able to get this song outta my vocal chords - "Beat it" from MJ as i have been hearing his songs ever since he passed away .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;        I was yelling at the top of my voice holding the shower as if performing on a stage, when suddenly the water stopped. I was upbeat totally when i heard my friend shouting from outside that, he would not turn on the water unless i kept quiet, i realised he was my enemy and would do the same thing when he takes bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;         Anyways thats not the real stuff which i wanted to  blog, it was another early morning during my final year days and i was taking bath( i do , i do...pls believe me for God's sake!) and as usual i was singing while taking bathe like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sk4zsvHTFjI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/CiwPe2f2vXA/s200/shwer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354273850644436530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;... as most of you know all the guys hostel have as much as 10 bathrooms together with the roof open , so the next couple of doors can actually hear you out! So i was singing the song from Superstar's BAASHA - "Naa autokaraen, autokaraen..." , well as i reached my first stanza i was completely lost in my thoughts and imagining myself singing for very own superstar, i actually heard some one shout, but then i thought those were my fans asking for ONCE MORE....then i got this from the guy from next bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sk40BPb24yI/AAAAAAAAJJY/KHbkbRPqNco/s200/dc3fprhp_344cmsjskcr_b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274202917987106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He had to throw the bucket from the next bathroom to shut me up..! well some people are always poramai(Jealous in tamil) of others... wat yu say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-2638044294439148996?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2638044294439148996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=2638044294439148996&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2638044294439148996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/2638044294439148996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/07/bathroom-singers.html' title='Bathroom singers'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sk4zsvHTFjI/AAAAAAAAJJQ/CiwPe2f2vXA/s72-c/shwer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-6125600206486495226</id><published>2009-06-20T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:41:55.512+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adyar amarkalam'/><title type='text'>Mokai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is a recent conversation between two of my friends in Adyar, I came in last min..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mike Vaayan(Loud mouth) as you know from &lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tongue-slipz-and-cartoonists.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Paavadai(Frock..as his pants are like that) I'll will be writing an exclusive blog on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike : Da, did you hear Mappu(me) is going to Paris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paavadai : Ya da i heard, lucky fellow roaming the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : First do you know which country's capital it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : Ya, easy its Belgium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : Bugger, its Spain.... . Some how i think you dont even seem to know all the continents P : Oh yeah, yu name a few....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : Ha easy....Africa, America, Asia, Europe...err...Antartica and Australia ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : Fool, who will say Canada, Burma and all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : ha he ho...stupid only you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : Dai, you were the one who said Railway Busstand to the English Policeman...who is stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : Fine , that was not intentional, but why did you say in the Client conference to your client as " Some issues are BENDING" instead of"PENDING"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : What? Pending has a "B" in it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : But we both are OK..remember Maadu &lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/maadu-hari-venky.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Link)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;he sent an application to Anna University requesting to give him a certificate for completing his Bachelor Of Education(BE - Engineering!!) in English Medium..ha ha what would have Anna University thought of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : Ya i remember him telling that you were the great one who reviewed it!..Yu and yur dabba english..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M : By the way, today we have this traditional dressing in Inautix...so me goin in Dhoti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P : So you are the Chinna Gounder(for those who dont know chinna gounder, its a old serious comedy movie by our captain &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cudK8MwW64I/Sf-1NrjLOvI/AAAAAAAAQ4I/LSDti2YTo7c/s400/chinnagounder_tamiltubevidcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Link)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)of your dabba company.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M dresses up and he looked so funny that we thought we will take a pic of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The tamil words in the pic mean that -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sjz3Q4oRVBI/AAAAAAAAJEY/RrBtM_OEHhY/s1600-h/natu-amai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349422326860567570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sjz3Q4oRVBI/AAAAAAAAJEY/RrBtM_OEHhY/s200/natu-amai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. All eyes on you only MR. Small Panchayat leader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sj1fF63aMyI/AAAAAAAAJEg/1GDKiHv5CGg/s1600-h/chinna.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sj1fWeA4zLI/AAAAAAAAJEo/YvObzq31-AU/s1600-h/chinna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349536772004564146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sj1fWeA4zLI/AAAAAAAAJEo/YvObzq31-AU/s320/chinna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sjz3Q4oRVBI/AAAAAAAAJEY/RrBtM_OEHhY/s1600-h/natu-amai.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. P SAYS: That lady has brought us old food and thought we are beggars ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M says : These are all common in politics, get two pieces of that, we can use it for afternoon meal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sj1fF63aMyI/AAAAAAAAJEg/1GDKiHv5CGg/s1600-h/chinna.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sjz3Q4oRVBI/AAAAAAAAJEY/RrBtM_OEHhY/s1600-h/natu-amai.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-6125600206486495226?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6125600206486495226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=6125600206486495226&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6125600206486495226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/6125600206486495226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/mokai.html' title='Mokai'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/Sjz3Q4oRVBI/AAAAAAAAJEY/RrBtM_OEHhY/s72-c/natu-amai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-3593847503153123895</id><published>2009-06-16T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:55:51.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuart'/><title type='text'>Stuart Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;          When i first came over to UK i was very glad that i have escaped from the wrath of the deadliest mosquitos from Adyar . Then i heard the story of the Great Plague in London @ Maddam Tussads museum and was gasping at how a Rat kingdom had London run helter shelter!! London has quarter of the city in Underground most of the time , and i guessthats the reason its ridden by rats. Thankfully i was put in Southampton , so i thought it was a great escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          All was fine until i shifted house to a new one and it was clean and much better than the previous one. When one day we were cooking so much of Indian Sambhar and vegetable curry,looks like we had tempted the Rat which was into hidding and feasting only on English food..like bread, cereals and butter, so out came the mouse ...and my friend felt the wriggle in his pants and dropped all of the sambhar...of course it spilled on me, or maybe that was his idea! Egad!! we didnt know wat to do as we both were not Rat-killing experts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         We decided to name it as Stuart Little.... as we didnt know the name of the mouse from Mouse Hunt movie. We devised a plan to outwit Mr. Stuart, Now it was evident after a couple of sightings that, Stuart had his interests in Indian Curry, we decided first to test in which the interest if Stuartlies by keepin Curry and Chocolate adjacent, come morning and Curry was gone!! so we now made a curry and let it for a couple of days in hiding to get spoiled, assuming that Stuart wud not be able to take the spoilt curry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      So the D-Day and we kept the Curry open at nite and slept happily, morning and we found some Curry missing, but Stuart was nowhere to be seen..after some search we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;In office our new room mate was no-where to be seen, we found out that our new room mate who arrived last night was delighted at the sight of curry that he had eaten most of it :-(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We even tried to scare it away by putting up these kind of pictures...but we lost finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SjfNqCkv-cI/AAAAAAAAJDg/WYg4Gdm1xzY/s1600-h/1207108629TcPQ6Xi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347969204654963138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SjfNqCkv-cI/AAAAAAAAJDg/WYg4Gdm1xzY/s200/1207108629TcPQ6Xi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we had to switch to Plan B... compromise with Stuart...thats what we did finally, he agreed and he never crossed the limit and so do we... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deal was that , he should not nibble on fresh food and would eat what is kept seperate for him and his deal was to play the video of Tom &amp;amp; Jerry once in a week , so that he can laugh at Tom's dumbness. So now whenever i watch a movie in my laptop, and if there was to be a Romantic scene a peanut will be thrown on my face from Stuart, who sits beneath my couch and givesme a glare...that means turn the monitor, so that he can see as well :) . And yeah..it gnaws everything in excitement when it watches Mickey Mouse cartoons....and even jumped from the table !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its now a part of our house...here is the pic ..he he :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SjfOLpqxPDI/AAAAAAAAJDo/8manLS27-iE/s1600-h/cute%20mouse!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347969782084877362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SjfOLpqxPDI/AAAAAAAAJDo/8manLS27-iE/s200/cute%2520mouse!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-3593847503153123895?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3593847503153123895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=3593847503153123895&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3593847503153123895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/3593847503153123895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuart-little.html' title='Stuart Little'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SjfNqCkv-cI/AAAAAAAAJDg/WYg4Gdm1xzY/s72-c/1207108629TcPQ6Xi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-7031769943866915503</id><published>2009-06-01T16:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:26:29.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adyar amarkalam'/><title type='text'>Adyar Guyz</title><content type='html'>Adyar Amarkalam &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adyar. This was and has been my home for the last 2 years and has continued to nurture some Young talents. Yes it was we the Adyar Guyz. Am done boasting with the baseless intro, for those who think am going to write about Adyar Guyz wonderful contribution to the society, please ....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trivia...&lt;br /&gt;We are almost a dozen people living here and call ourselves as Adyar guyz and we have a bit of rivalry with Velachery Guyz as they copied our likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blamed by our neighbours more than a god knows how much times for not keeping quiet, thats weird is it wrong to shout " dei, paradesi naye(some gibberish language to abuse us) " @02:30 in the night..err morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We successfully have won the bet match against the adyar school boys,the 7th time after throwing their cricket balls out of the ground several times &amp;amp; breaking bats and make them wonder rather to pay the bet amount than compensate the kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are highly reputed in IT organisations, and have heavy work from 10 in the morning till 5 in the evening with two hours of lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like eating and half of Adyar's grocery shops and vegetable storekeepers deliver to our doorstep with lots of freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have hired two cook's, owing to the fact that we still need to eat on when one of them falls sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have water in abundance and no. of people taking bath a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have professionals in C, C++, .Net, Mainframe, AS400, Advanced Java,SQL,DB2, Oracle ....all sorts of technology , sitting in BENCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set examples to our juniors - need not explain what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been lauded by Electricity board for continuous high volume bills inspite they thinking we are running some kind of factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We successfully have made neighbourhood beautiful north indian girls to relocate after my friend went out brushing in the balcony. yes i forgot in a pink underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We house most of the mosquitos in Adyar, thereby makin Adyar a Pest-free Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is the Vernacular Language, though several attempts have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two Rivals.. Velachery Guyz who imitate our style and Opposite house thatha... who thinks Bachelors should be banned..wonder how he crossed.. We fight only for one thing - who manages the common account, as it takes a lot of risk, but very benifactory :) .&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce the occupants, out of which ll be writtin in detail about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundaram - He is the HR of our room, his leelaigal will be put up in a seperate Blog. He is so clean and talkative. he washes his underwear twice a day, but he does'nt wear them..so wonder whose underwear he washes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thillai - He is the Gadget Guru , he gives rave reviews about any new gadget that is launched and has recommended many a time for professionals also. He knows abt PS2, Xbox, all Apple products,Mobiles,Laptops,By the way he has a Nokia 1100 , Desktop with a celeron 500 processor and a FM Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari - Thats me.. am the peter of this room, i try speaking in English in unecessary places and get bulb by sum1 asking me" tamil, theriyum thane, aparum ena"(yu know tamil right, then y the scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tongue-slipz-and-cartoonists.html"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gokul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- He's a multi talented freak, loud mouth and he is our Sharekhan, he is a little NDTV profit and applies personal loans and then invests them in shares and also gives free advice to others to buy. Yeah and he lost like nearly a lakh in the dumb shares that he has invested. Have written a detailed blog abt him as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saravana Kumar - He is the Entrepreneur of Adyar guyz and nicked as Kadiyan for his extreme irritation. His ventures included the banned Gold coin business, Amway , LIC insurance and kadiyan LUNGI forgot to tell he works in Wipro also by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T N Karthy - He is the Glutton of our room but maintains a very healthy diet and tries eating only 6 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyril - He is a walking encyclopedia and can explain about anything yu ask, but the first question he asks to yu is yu are aware anything abt it and continues based on yur answer, to quote an example back during college days, Ramesh went over to cyril to get some idea on data structures before exam, after confirming that Ramesh didnt know a thing about DS, cyril explained sooo well that Ramesh scored an arrear(failed yes) in that exam...turns out Cyrilz coaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiru - All he can do is speak the truth! today he is the team leader, tomoro the Project Manager, later on he gets married and he was asked to goto Japan,Australia,US, UK and seems he turned down all these offers bcos of his interest! (or,.. yu know!!) He is the techno person of our room and no one dares to speak anything technical to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saravanan - Our walking newspaper can name any thing happening in the town, country except what job he does. Also his honesty and very sincere to the rules. He has just constructed a house in the temple's property of his hometown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/maadu-hari-venky.html/"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HariVenky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - He is the pillar of our room, though now he is put up in Hyderabad he was a part of our vanathapolai family! Have also written a detailed blog abt him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Here is one view of our peaceful life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25891220b3b029c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25891220b3b029c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44A3B375D3F258879B1FCA66A975A205FE096069.25078C37DD3264444CAE0E5A50BD29F380033F1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25891220b3b029c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYZpitrFw4ckZ8HUWt0-XRusGy-M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25891220b3b029c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329971530%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44A3B375D3F258879B1FCA66A975A205FE096069.25078C37DD3264444CAE0E5A50BD29F380033F1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25891220b3b029c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYZpitrFw4ckZ8HUWt0-XRusGy-M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-7031769943866915503?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=25891220b3b029c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7031769943866915503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=7031769943866915503&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7031769943866915503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/7031769943866915503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/06/adyar-guyz.html' title='Adyar Guyz'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5011832358507921573</id><published>2009-05-29T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:43:09.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>College Placements</title><content type='html'>Ho boy, i really luv to write abt this. Final year of college is one heck of an aroma builder for the placements other words as tension, jealousy, err yes interview as well.A small article on students of Final Years :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when their friendship turns to jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when everyone starts speaking English all of a sudden!&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when they develop a new Area Of interest other than the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when the one's who were not aware of the spelling of Pronounce, started using words as JARGON .&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when a sentence contained at least 3 words from the GRE book.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when every student was trying to be a Shakuntala Devi.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when we went in search of someone who knew how to wear a TIE.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when boys started to Tuck in their shirts with Surf white shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when girls looked beautiful to the HR's, no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time late night group discussions take place at Hostels, ending up talking nothing other than gossips.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when we knew that Software is not Soft to wear!&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when we actually asked the detail of our father's profession to detail&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time we came to know much about ourself through practising Self-Introduction a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time when Placement officers went rich! and were regarded as GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time i came to know that Wipro is not all about Soaps and Bulb, and Tata is not just Salt.&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the time i stop this, else yu delete this nonsense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5011832358507921573?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5011832358507921573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5011832358507921573&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5011832358507921573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5011832358507921573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/college-placements.html' title='College Placements'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-4236389755098749898</id><published>2009-05-18T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:50:06.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoonists'/><title type='text'>1-gal-ka-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starring : Mr.T,Mr.S,Ms.J &amp;amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An incident...err.. rather an accident may i call. Back in the history of college days, now it doesnt mean am old though, my frnd Mr.T &amp;amp; me used to hav a distant liking for a junior gal, she ain't greatfully my type , but the fact that he kept starin her daunted me and prompted me to do so...yeah we used to gape her, if thatsis what yu are asking, note : no bias in this statement pls... so it all started like this and my frnd used to JAW drop every time he looks at her and i was no RAMA either... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All was goin f9 when the other guy Mr.S (wud not prefer 2 mention the name, in case as am upbeat) came around blocking our path to detiny...err. we stillhave'nt spoken to her yet, though we now were in the final year. S came around askin us if we were the morons who were behind her, and yeah..boldly we said after a brief hmmm, He said, the last one to speak her is a JACKASS...well, we did wonder if this guy is really gonna show us the mud. All around the week, he kept littering behind her and sending clear notions of chaos in our heart!! FYI he has'nt spoken to her yet, but all was well with them , the eye to eye contactand waves passing thru with Ilayaraja songs were his clear signs.So we had an assumption that, he clearly has shown us the dirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then occured the D-Day, it was the usual electronics exhibition and Mr.S was rathen keen this is gonna b his day , as he and the gal in same dress, we calledit a mere coincidence crap and he said its the so called destiny.... Much to our amusement her dumb(he he) project was rejected and she was all raining tears when we went past the classrooms alone.With the thought of soothing and bringing Solace to her tears and(of course tryin the hero gimmick) me and Mr.Twere arguing as to who shud go first to do that...but here comes Mr.S bullying us and saying that move our dumbos, am her hero....."wha the crap" is all we cudcurse.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He then asked her in his best romatinc divinely tone..." Whats the matter dear,whoz the staff who rejected yur sci-fi project", " Don't worry, am there tobring an other one", we sat in horror as his words kept comin out like some hiku love quotes, but then came the Truth... she said to him " Anna, will you really help..thank you Anna, wat a gesture on a Raksha-Bandan is this from yu"........Ms.J said this!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/ShGRlTO713I/AAAAAAAAI9o/NSEUa53RvVg/s1600-h/embarrassed-chimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337207103414851442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/ShGRlTO713I/AAAAAAAAI9o/NSEUa53RvVg/s200/embarrassed-chimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-4236389755098749898?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4236389755098749898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=4236389755098749898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4236389755098749898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/4236389755098749898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-gal-ka-2.html' title='1-gal-ka-2'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/ShGRlTO713I/AAAAAAAAI9o/NSEUa53RvVg/s72-c/embarrassed-chimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-5924507672354590327</id><published>2009-05-12T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:26:34.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoonists'/><title type='text'>Maadu  - Hari Venky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maadu - Hari Venky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name implies everything. He is the Backbone of our class room and has a rare character to withstand anything including large number of insults that he faces in daily life. He is a sapaduholic( foodholic) and munches up everything that comes across him. He has a very rare physique , and incredibly his brain is very small and has much of it covered with food and the restwith a lot of affection for friends ;-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming directly to the topic, he is very gooood in cricket and so gooood that he only umpires during the matches (actuallty we dont allow him to play, because if he gets out he does not give the bat back)so we always put him as the umpire by praising him saying that " mache, you only can solve any issues when both teams fight during a match, so please as yu are the best" and as i said he has less brainhe agrees immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this instance he was sooo excited and the first ball was bowled by Mr.S(&lt;a href="http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/1gal-ka3.html"&gt;http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/1gal-ka3.html&lt;/a&gt;) . But it was just a sec after the ball was released from his hand and wud not even have reached the batsmanby which Mr.Venky had declared Six. check the Pic. so much for gooood umpiring ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgwLt_YlRkI/AAAAAAAAI7g/gLWBm_wVu4E/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335652543263753794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgwLt_YlRkI/AAAAAAAAI7g/gLWBm_wVu4E/s400/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he was in the 4th floor of our hostel and i was right beneath his room, so am one of the victims of Maadu quakes! Whenever there was an announcement for phonecalls for him, the whole hostel used to brace themselves as he wud run(err rather thunder) away to the fone thereby his giant steps can be heard early mornings. Plus when some one brings food of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an excellent secret keeper and can keep anything within him for a DAY/NIGHT. He comes to me and tells me something and he wud have done the same to the rest of our group,but telling each one not to reveal it to anyone else . Once Karthi did inform Venky that he has been engaged and have not told anyone else and to keep it as a secret. But the next day he had told me and everyone else,the traditional line" dai, yarkitayum solatha, ana.....(please dont tell anyone that.....) . Eventually one of us had asked Karthi and he was aghast !! But some how everyone feels comfy and ends up telling most of thesecret stuff only to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    He is best known as Hari Venkatesh B.E , but if yu ask him the abbreviation of BE he will reply promptly as Bachelor Of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Education!!!!&lt;/span&gt; thats wat he said once when applying for HSMP ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this gal by name Hema in our college..(Hema if you are reading this , i know yur married, but no harm done!). well, she was more of the cupid side of Venky, at least we used to tease as suchWell why we started teasin him with her is still a unsolved mystery though there are many theroies for that one of them being that both of them belonged to the same batch during practical sessions and it startedthere, but the widely known theory is the "Konjunduu Theory" (A little bit, theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was another day when as usual Hema being a day scholar had bought home made food and Venky as usual was stealing food from lunch boxes, but he eats little from each box to avoid suspicion, he felt Hema's Biryani was soo good and during lunch time, she was eating and he went over to her and asked her some. She did give him,but then after some time as usual he felt so hungry and all she had was a Munch chocolate and so he started to plead to her," Hema Konjunduu hema, Konjunduu..." in a very very mushy and a romantic tone.. not sure if it was for the chocolate or her!! We bet its one stone and two mangoes. He is better known by this widely... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these cartoons apart, he is such a caring person and wud risk anything for friends. He can laugh without even a joke and that wud make us double with laughter. He does have another name as "Baby", becauseof his so much of innocence and baby like character. I admire him as such a easy going guy and definitely i wud not lose him at any cost. I have my word on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is however one good foto of me and jaanu(dats how i call him) , which i had to dig to find as there are hardly any decent fotos of us... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgmDEvIgM2I/AAAAAAAAI6w/Pqs2Qi3-2PA/s1600-h/SSL20649.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334939350991909730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgmDEvIgM2I/AAAAAAAAI6w/Pqs2Qi3-2PA/s200/SSL20649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There will be a part of this episode so keep watching this space closely for more cartoons ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-5924507672354590327?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5924507672354590327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=5924507672354590327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5924507672354590327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/5924507672354590327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/maadu-hari-venky.html' title='Maadu  - Hari Venky'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgwLt_YlRkI/AAAAAAAAI7g/gLWBm_wVu4E/s72-c/DSC01584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242351650045325982.post-1690117066074126289</id><published>2009-04-19T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:37:42.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoonists'/><title type='text'>Mike Vayan(mouth) - Gokul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Well, to this day there are true cartoonists in the real world, totally unrevealed though!! obviously i thought blogs are the only means i can relate their greatness and thanks , that wud be my trouble &amp;amp; frnds  for the rest of my life...without them wud make my life a hollow willow.  Here are the list of them from college and how  they shot to glory with their mouth and funny bones...be it @ college or afterdat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;   Mike Vayan(mouth) - Gokul...     As the name depicts its LOUD &amp;amp; CLEAR !! he mite hav swallowed an Amplifier in his tender age, either that or all of his food and energy intakes produce  only sound (wud rather call it as noise, else my frnds wud mind!) . Hez indeed well known for his loud mouth and a clown without a disguise if yu ask. More abt him, yea he did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt; do some good things as in college like arranging Industrial Visits (so called!) and never in reality we came across industries , plus as usual he was our Voice only being his voice is as above normality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;   He has too many names , all which rose to the occasion perhaps洵 he he.... and the last thing on earth tell a Secret, which  might be the next announcement on Kongu Radio! And for the lovelife of his, its the only damn secret that he kept...not until last month we made him booze to an extent that he had to blurt it as well :)    Now to do some justice to the title of this dumb blog..., let me quote some of the notable sayings of thiru great Mike vayan itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;It was another treat day and the scapegoat being Siva , when we were feasting more on Siva's wallet rather than the sake of hungerpangs, as usual it was all the gallata when Mike vayan was craving for icecreams...he said "Boss, oru(one) Fruit n nut Sunday" , for a sec we all sat wondering whaaaa?? and then realised he wanted to say "Boss, oru(one) Fruit n nut Sundae" ...the waiter could do nothing other than burst into laughing..... ho boy half the drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326442235402687618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SetS_g3QlII/AAAAAAAAIq8/FI8o1Len3cM/s200/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt; went in vain!! that added in history as well..    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0);font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;                       (this is where he worked he he)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;      There are many more famous sayings but epitomes always speaks loud and i tend to write only the best outta the lot, Mr.Mikevayan did by somehow after a lot  soapwashes to his manager , managed to get an Onsite oppurtunity and fatefully to UK indeed!! That was durin my brief stint in UK, was another windy Sunday, when Jaga, Gokul &amp;amp; me were wondering where to head next after a heavy meal in East Ham.. Mr.Gokul was always the railways expert among us, if you cud just check his irctc.co.in account he wud hav tickets booked worth rs.35k, no wonder and he fancied himself as the expert and wanted to show off that hez no left out in UK underground as well,there he went and asked a policeman after a lot of mustering the so-called-English accent of his (remember Sunday!!) "Excuse me, where can i find the Railway busstand",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;Boy yu shud hav seen the Policeman Blink in wonder!, he shud hav thought us like a bunch of hard earned comedians. We cud'nt help but laugh our stomach out....from then on he never wud brag abt Railways as he always used to...all he cud think was " is there a Railwaystation or a Railwaystand" ...LOL   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;I forgot to add...he is very popular admist girls and they always flock around him...in fact sometimes they get so possesive on him that they do this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgqS9Le5Q1I/AAAAAAAAI7A/zZO2xb6SW9U/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335238288325821266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgqS9Le5Q1I/AAAAAAAAI7A/zZO2xb6SW9U/s200/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SgqS9Le5Q1I/AAAAAAAAI7A/zZO2xb6SW9U/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="WORD-WRAP: break-word"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;In real world he is the best guy to talk with and if there s a single soul who will be able to pull up a fight and find fault, then am ready to bet anything... such a sweet character he is!Am totally amazed by helping tendency...he cares so much for his friends....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242351650045325982-1690117066074126289?l=ribtickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1690117066074126289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242351650045325982&amp;postID=1690117066074126289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1690117066074126289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242351650045325982/posts/default/1690117066074126289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ribtickle.blogspot.com/2009/04/tongue-slipz-and-cartoonists.html' title='Mike Vayan(mouth) - Gokul'/><author><name>HaRy!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09765617515915812683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SsSTnnACaOI/AAAAAAAAJdU/bE1roIVxDu0/S220/smiley-grin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLQymueEgoQ/SetS_g3QlII/AAAAAAAAIq8/FI8o1Len3cM/s72-c/IMG_1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
