<?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-2955171040314643854</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:38:26.614-08:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><category term='New Experiences'/><title type='text'>Speaking my mind..</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I verbalize what I reflect</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-2732230994637001594</id><published>2007-04-22T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeta - Our star!</title><content type='html'>Oh, he's an actor, he's cute, he's handsome, he's in the Guinness world records and yah he's a chimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwA7ZCVxXI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ybXUpw5X_6A/s1600-h/74cheeta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwA7ZCVxXI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ybXUpw5X_6A/s200/74cheeta2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056417501963208050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This great star of ours has been cited in the Guinness Book of World Records as the oldest chimpanzee (or primate - excluding humans) alive. National Geographic news says that the average life span of a chimp in the wild is 40 - 45 years, and for the ones bred in captivity it is 50. Our hero is 75 and celebrated his birthday on April 9th. He's the chimp who stared in the old Tarzan movies in the 1930's and also appeared in Doctor Dolittle, which is apparently his last appearance on silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwCHJCVxZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/fZb_ac-NU3Y/s1600-h/Cheetachimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwCHJCVxZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/fZb_ac-NU3Y/s200/Cheetachimp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056418803338298770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheeta currently lives in California at the CHEETA Primate Sanctuary, Inc., (C.H.E.E.T.A. stands for Creative Habitats and Enrichment for Endangered &amp; Threatened Apes) where many more ex-show business primates dwell. Dan Westfall takes care of these retired heroes. I really appreciate his gesture towards our fellow-beings.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwEZZCVxaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/N-6HUOhI4G0/s1600-h/cheetapainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwEZZCVxaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/N-6HUOhI4G0/s200/cheetapainting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056421315894166946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and did you know, Cheeta paints too. He does a lot of abstract paintings (termed as Ape-stract apparently) and they are available for sale. You can purchase them from &lt;a href="http://cheetathechimp.org/donate.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and your donations goes towards   the dhek-bal of our ex-showmen. Seems Cheeta, picks a color if you cant choose one yourself! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.. Isn't he....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-2732230994637001594?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/2732230994637001594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=2732230994637001594' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/2732230994637001594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/2732230994637001594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/04/cheeta-our-star.html' title='Cheeta - Our star!'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RiwA7ZCVxXI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ybXUpw5X_6A/s72-c/74cheeta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-5410052925348327154</id><published>2007-03-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:01.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN SUN SUNNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RgA9zXTWjmI/AAAAAAAAA64/b_4qLpt7vc4/s1600-h/java.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RgA9zXTWjmI/AAAAAAAAA64/b_4qLpt7vc4/s200/java.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044099535292763746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my internship at SUN microsystems, Inc., India I was with the Boston based xDesign Group, that was involved in developing next generation UI(User Interface) components and AJAX enabled UI stuff for web application development. During the six months of my internship at SUN, (which was a part of the course requirements for my undergraduate studies), I had a great experience working with some of the best minds in the field and a team of really nice people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was involved in the design and implementation of some of the reusable UI components which are a part of Project Woodstock. These components are called as Lockhart components after the Harry Potter series' famous wizarding celebrity Gilderoy Lockhart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The components were developed based on the JSF(JavaServer Faces) framework and is  intended for developing the front end of Sun-branded applications and other web applications. The project just went open source sometime mid February and the components are now available at &lt;a href="https://woodstock.dev.java.net/"&gt;https://woodstock.dev.java.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see stuff that I worked on and code that I wrote come open source for the whole world to use and I am glad to have been involved in some edge technology work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a great feeling to see the fruits of one's own effort.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-5410052925348327154?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/5410052925348327154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=5410052925348327154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/5410052925348327154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/5410052925348327154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/03/sun-sun-sunny.html' title='SUN SUN SUNNY!!'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RgA9zXTWjmI/AAAAAAAAA64/b_4qLpt7vc4/s72-c/java.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-4532096442553111727</id><published>2007-03-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:01.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Experiences'/><title type='text'>Holi hai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs8GBAo5_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/kunxKoQPjbE/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs8GBAo5_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/kunxKoQPjbE/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042690281819400178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; March 4th was a beautiful day with a clear sky and the sun shining bright! All the Baskin Tp ppl had gathered at the volley ball ground in East remote here on campus. It was my first Holi ever. Had a great time splashing colors on my friends, running and chasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating horrible colors using sand and grass when we actually ran outta colors and singing Amitab's 'Rang bharsae bhigae chunarivali, rang bharse' song was real fun! :D The guys then played volley ball - well, I was umpiring u know.. :D he he.. All of us then headed to Amyn's place and had a dance bash! Stained his poor clean carpets and danced danced until we dropped! Holi is real fun, we gotta popularize it more in TN - our ppl will have fun too.. Just like Nayagan's - 'Andhi mazhai megam' song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested, this link gives a good insight into the significance and tradition of the Holi festival: &lt;a href="http://www.holifestival.org/significance-of-holi.html"&gt;Holi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nice video too. Chk it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhwIFbB5iuo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhwIFbB5iuo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-4532096442553111727?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/4532096442553111727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=4532096442553111727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/4532096442553111727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/4532096442553111727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/03/holi-hai.html' title='Holi hai!'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs8GBAo5_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/kunxKoQPjbE/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-7002139732296563239</id><published>2007-03-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:02.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonnnng time!</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm.. 'Tis been a long time since I've blogged.. Dont really wanna brag saying that I've been busy with homeworks, projects, exams, etc etc.. But yes - it was true partly.. :D But the real reason why I've been busy is that my world here in the US has turned from a cocoon into a brightly colored butterfly... Wheeeeeeeeee.... The list of good friends in my life has been recently updated exponentially! Yah! I'm back with my old self - friends, party, music and fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a real real reeeeaaaaal good time over the past one month! Oh man, I had so much fun every day that I got too tired to blog them down. Gonna recollect some of the exciting things and post them on the next few blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEST CLIFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RfpVrxAo54I/AAAAAAAAA5M/vF1MDeKonuc/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RfpVrxAo54I/AAAAAAAAA5M/vF1MDeKonuc/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042436943173445506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of those rare places where all my friends here relinquish their 'forever-noisy' self and get lost in their own silent world of thoughts. Guess why? Look at the pic by the side.. A small cliff jutting into the Pacific - standing on the edge of which, looks as if u are standing right in the middle of the ocean. For a second you will forget that something called land exists on earth! Waves hitting hard, rising over 10-15 feet on swells, roaring on high tides, drenching (actually drowning) people standing on the cliff on wild nights, spreading the silence of the night with its motionless beauty, glittering in the moonlight on calm nights - this is one of the most stunning places I've ever been to. As wild as it can get and as sober as it can be the ocean is a great magician in bringing out your deepest thoughts.. Yes, it really does! Happy or sad, this is the place where you can enjoy your solitude. I treasure my every visit to this place.. And trust me - u would love to be there too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-7002139732296563239?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/7002139732296563239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=7002139732296563239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/7002139732296563239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/7002139732296563239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/03/lonnnng-time.html' title='Lonnnng time!'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RfpVrxAo54I/AAAAAAAAA5M/vF1MDeKonuc/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-5886778304268833063</id><published>2007-01-27T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:02.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Experiences'/><title type='text'>Contra Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RbwdN_29QdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ou149QCaxMw/s1600-h/ashurst_dance04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RbwdN_29QdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ou149QCaxMw/s200/ashurst_dance04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024923410556076498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Sunday, Jenny took me to the church on High street, here in Santa Cruz. We went for the Contra dance there! :) I had a real good time! Knowing that I was beginner, everybody helped me a lot to get hold of the steps. Soon I was dancing away to glory! We danced so much, until our feet begged us to stop. I really enjoyed the dance because of the great fiddle music, the dance movements and symmetry followed during changing positions, the spirit of the young and old dancing together and also because it was a great exercise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A note on Contra dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English country dancing gained a certain legitimacy in the 17th century. The French, who thought that they invented country dancing (as well as anything else culturally significant), and who were miffed at the notion that the English should receive credit for anything, converted the name 'country dance' to French contredans (which conveniently translates as 'opposites dance'), then turned around and claimed that the English term was a corruption of the French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the French term evolved in the young U.S.A. into "contra dance."At least this is one theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra Dancing is a form of American folk dance in which the dancers form a set of two parallel lines which run the length of the hall. Each dance consists of a sequence of moves that ends with couples having progressed one position up or down the set. As the sequence is repeated, a couple will eventually dance with every other couple in the set. Contra Dancing was all the rage in 1800. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the basic moves in Contra Dancing are similar to those in square dancing (swings, promenades, dos-à-dos, allemandes). A square dance set comprises only four couples whereas the number of couples in a Contra Dance set is limited only by the length of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend Contra dance to people who love dancing away to a great tune, even without any prior experience in dancing..! I loved it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-5886778304268833063?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/5886778304268833063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=5886778304268833063' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/5886778304268833063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/5886778304268833063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/01/contra-dance.html' title='Contra Dance'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/RbwdN_29QdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ou149QCaxMw/s72-c/ashurst_dance04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-7409908015242653234</id><published>2007-01-11T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:02.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Trip to Orissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs28BAo5-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rDsG-R2ZVOM/s1600-h/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs28BAo5-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rDsG-R2ZVOM/s200/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042684612462569442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This snap was taken in one of the small but beautiful falls of Orissa in Kheonjar, called the SanGhagra. The lake water is so pure and the virgin terrains of the state sketch a wonderful sight for the eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955171040314643854-7409908015242653234?l=mindverbalizer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/feeds/7409908015242653234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955171040314643854&amp;postID=7409908015242653234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/7409908015242653234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955171040314643854/posts/default/7409908015242653234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindverbalizer.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-annu-reception.html' title='Trip to Orissa'/><author><name>Anita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727313616032072315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xo1JqOlGlvc/Rfs28BAo5-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/rDsG-R2ZVOM/s72-c/DSCF0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955171040314643854.post-1381103303250826161</id><published>2006-11-11T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:15:05.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first ukulele lesson!</title><content type='html'>Today was the "BEST" day ever since I came to the United States - the land of opportunities. Like any other ordinary person from one of those developing countries, I too wanted to make it to this land - to see what it is all about - to see what it feels like to be in one of those G8 nations - to see what makes the difference! I landed here on Sep 3rd, 2006. I didnt like the place very much at first sight. Was thinking about my mother, my home, my love, my people, my place.. Oh God! There was a whole lot of "MY"s I feared that I'd miss in this new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was Jenny's bday week Potluck party. Never known what a potluck party was before. I asked my dad what a potluck is and he said that people make whatever they want to and bring it along and make a party. No two dishes are a combination, and if you are "lucky", you get what you like from the "pot"! Sounded nice to me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was chatting away online with appa, amma and Annu in my room, I heard music coming from Jenny's den. I went and said a "hi" to a big bunch of people whom I've never seen before.I have heard that the local people are really nice. Today was my first meeting with some of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person in his late 50's called John was telling us, "Never decide what you want to do in the future. Because even before you get there, it would have gone.  Just learn as much as possible now, never worry about the future. Your only concern should be that when you walk out of a course, you should definitely know more than the professor. Thats the sole purpose of education." He said, "Life is a treadmill - you keep walking and the world walks to. You never know where you are heading because the world is moving ahead too. We just have to make sure that we keep up the pace and never lose out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later people started playing the ukulele. I've always wanted to play some instrument - like a guitar or a piano or a veena. But ended up playing only my "tantrums" He he..! I was lost in the music and the way they were singing together. The first song I heard::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bouzouki.de/Ukulele/DSCN0207_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.bouzouki.de/Ukulele/DSCN0207_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;You make me happy &lt;br /&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;br /&gt;You'll never know, dear, &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nite, dear, &lt;br /&gt;As I lay sleeping &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I held you in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;When I awoke, dear, &lt;br /&gt;I was mistaken &lt;br /&gt;And I hung my head and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;And make you happy&lt;br /&gt;If you will only say the same&lt;br /&gt;But if you leave me&lt;br /&gt;To love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll regret it all some day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me once, dear&lt;br /&gt;You really loved me&lt;br /&gt;And no one else could come between&lt;br /&gt;But now you've left me&lt;br /&gt;And love another&lt;br /&gt;You have shattered all my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;You make me happy &lt;br /&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;br /&gt;You'll never know, dear, &lt;br /&gt;How much I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song filled my heart. I wanted to sing it. I was enjoying them singing it. Then a person came upto me and asked me if I wanted to play the instrument. I said "SURE! :)" He taught me how to told it and run my fingers along it. He taught me a "C", "F" and "G7". Oh and a "G" too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he opened the book and taught me this song. I was singing along with him and playing the ukulele (Psst.. badly :D)&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day, I laid my hands on an instrument infront of so many people. I was at ease with the instrument and singing away happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I learn to play the uke really well before I leave this land. I would like to have music over-powering me. I must learn something I like to do. We are here for a higher purpose. Not limited by the ephemeral things of earth.. We have to look beyond.. Perceive things that are not visible to the normal human eye.. Fall in love and get lost in it.. Live life to the fullest.. There's love everywhere.. You'll find it.. It will find you, if you deserve it.. Truly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to a great life here in the United States.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first blog entry.. Not bad i guess.. :) N more importantly - Yeh! 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