<?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-24307219</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:58:45.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts...My imaginations..... n Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6263232638977697243</id><published>2012-01-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:57:54.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She changed my life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The day she entered my life...everything changed...&lt;br /&gt;I moment I held her in my  hands, the very first time, the feeling was an eternal bliss...&lt;br /&gt;With eyes  overwhelmed with tears, I took a first look at her..&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stop staring  at her...&lt;br /&gt;she was so damn gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;she looked soo delicate, I was too  scared to hold her tight..&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting for this day since many  months..&lt;br /&gt;And I get blessed with her on the very 1st week of the new  year...&lt;br /&gt;I took her into my hands like my own baby..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;since that day, I am not myself&lt;br /&gt;Most of my day is  spent with her..&lt;br /&gt;Most of my thoughts are about her..&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I cant  stop myself admiring her creator...&lt;br /&gt;At first it was difficult to manage  her&lt;br /&gt;But with her help of few friends and web,I learned many things..&lt;br /&gt;She  has indeed become a part of my life now...&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer imagine life  without her...&lt;br /&gt;My new samsung galaxy sII skyrocket (white)...welcome to my  world !! :P :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&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/24307219-6263232638977697243?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6263232638977697243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6263232638977697243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6263232638977697243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6263232638977697243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-changed-my-life.html' title='She changed my life ...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-1475087794523114727</id><published>2012-01-12T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:22:25.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My top unanswered questions in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What am I most passionate about ? (what...not who  :P)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is all the existing unhealthy and fatty food so tasty  and desirable ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is life really happening by chance or is it following  whats already decided ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't some people have brain at all ?? :P  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is the wall clock in the gym sooooo sloowwwwwww ??  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you get bored of having fun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If god really existed, when will my prayers among  billions of others become current (as in green card applications processing :P)  ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can machines really get powerful enough to take over  mankind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is it so hard for guys to understand girls ?  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If we are working only for a livelihood , why do we work  5 days a week and take off only 2 days?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do ghosts really ex....okk lets not disturb them for now  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if I suddenly wake up and realize that all this is a  dream and I am just 7 yrs old ? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does the phrase "I love you" lose its charm if used too  frequently :P ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone wants to go to heaven. Then why doesn't anyway  want to die? Doesn't it mean they don't really believe their belief  completely?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is that with some people you feel like having known  them for years even though you had met recently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can some people work in the jobs they literally hate  and yet be so normal as if nothing is wrong? Is this compromise really worth  1/3rd your life ( 8/24 hrs) ? Yet the irony is that most of us don't really know  what we wanna do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What really makes a person grow tall ? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you really appreciate someone without feeling even a  slightest bit of jealousy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many of us mistake addiction for love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do people really come up with the stuff in the  textbooks when just understanding them by itself is such an ordeal to  me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't people understand money is not what one needs to be happy? Why  cant they just give it all to me ? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does the week takes place in a year and the weekend  happens in a minute ? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can people really change? Not as in habits but as in  personality/nature ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do all single ppl want to get married and almost all  married ppl secretly miss their good old single lives?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What really is in area 51?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If the world were to end this year, would I be happy with  my life so far? If not what would I do if given extra time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is my ambition in life ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is so unpredictable. You never know what is gonna  happen next. Isn't it soo scary? How can people be so normal even after knowing  this fact?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do some people drink so much of alcohol so regularly  ? Is it only for that eternal feeling :P or Do they really like its taste  ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How the hell did I start loving broccoli when I used to  hate it to death until last year ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do the early morning dreams really come true ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to become successful and/or famous ? (Not like paris  hilton :P)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I ever understand how exactly the stock market  works?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am I suffering from IAD (Internet Addiction Disorder)?  Well I successfully got out of FAD (Facebook addiction disorder) though  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When will I stop hating myself everytime after eating  anything having &amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; 700 calories?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When will this post end? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;----&amp;nbsp; to be continued&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http:///"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/435/435063vktmmbvxqn.gif" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;===========================================&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-1475087794523114727?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/1475087794523114727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=1475087794523114727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1475087794523114727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1475087794523114727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-top-unanswered-questions-in-life.html' title='My top unanswered questions in life'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3585310474120402453</id><published>2011-12-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:50:28.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this kolaveri - Yashu Bday version :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;India la brother-u brother-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;brother-u bday now-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I full miss-u miss-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;wish he was here-u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;cute-u cute-u kidd-u kidd-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;till now-u my brother-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;how-u now-u twenty four-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;this is bigg-u shock-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mama,cake pampuko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;apdiye kaila surprise gift pampuko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pa pa pa paan pa pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa pa paan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hand la mac-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mac la chat-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eyes-u full-a tear-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;so far-u why I come-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;missing all the fun-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yashu yashu o my yashu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;what gift-u you want-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ask-u ask-u any gift-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will fedex now-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yashu I am missing now-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you are partying how-uu?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;please-u send-u all the pics-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will be glad-u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;why this kolaveri kolaveri di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/263/263396czwvgi5447.gif" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/24307219-3585310474120402453?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3585310474120402453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3585310474120402453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3585310474120402453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3585310474120402453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-this-kolaveri-yashu-bday-version.html' title='Why this kolaveri - Yashu Bday version :)'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-889125200496644559</id><published>2011-09-01T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:44:12.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bzuuxy="110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U must be kidding me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me check if I am dreaming...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2npiiy="156"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I shud pinch myself....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bzuuxy="96"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouchhhhh!!..That hurtss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That means...I am not dreaming !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n That means we are really into september !!....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh mannn.....is this happening for real ??....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U mean we are already past 8 months in 2011 ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No this cant be happening...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was almost yday we celebrated new yr ..isnt it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was I asleep all these months??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No right?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean I got married this year in feb...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait a min....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got married in feb !!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n does that mean I had been married for more than 6 months now !!!....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That cant happen....no wayyy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got married very recently n how can I have completed 6 months already??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tel me....I need answer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why doesnt anyone answer??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this is all real then I have already completed 1.5 yrs at Intel, 4 yrs in US and 26 yrs on earth !!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which is impossible for sure ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i am really dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2npiiy="147"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably this dream works out in opp direction to inception movie i.e&amp;nbsp; 1 yr = 1 month in this dream :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to get out of this dream asap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me pinch myself harder this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2npiiy="138"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_2npiiy="165"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/563/563938kqj1o9309m.gif" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-889125200496644559?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/889125200496644559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=889125200496644559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/889125200496644559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/889125200496644559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/09/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable !'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3159375020050603264</id><published>2011-06-06T16:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:00:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I turn 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; 1. Bring my parents to US and show them around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2. Loose 25 pounds...weight pounds...not money pounds :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3. Try a new hairstyle and/or Dye it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. Write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5. Go on a road trip across USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;6. Watch the top 250 movies....list compiled by my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;7. Learn Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;8. Complete "Fountain Head".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;9. Take an art course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; 10. &lt;strike&gt;Get married/engaged in the white wedding gown.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;11. Get a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;12. Design my webpage and my blog page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  13. Run half marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;14. Watch 7 movies in 1 day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;15. Play golf once and try to understand the fun in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;16. Buy a LV bag :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;17. Go to Vegas and other places in it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;18. To practice reading news everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;19. To make babies :P hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;   20. Buy a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;21. Propose my hubby in the most unimaginable/crazy way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;22. Surprise yashu with a macbook and iphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;23.&lt;strike&gt; Kiss in the rain&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;24. Visit Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;25. Walk the golden gate bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;   26. Wear a half saree and go into the fields and dance like a tollywood heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;27. Bring a positive significant change to somebody's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;28. Do Xtreme skyflyr with my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;29. Sleep on the beach facing the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  30. Complete my project 365 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/59/59181n7qf8w7zcu.gif" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24307219-3159375020050603264?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3159375020050603264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3159375020050603264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3159375020050603264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3159375020050603264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-i-turn-30_1904.html' title='Before I turn 30'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3645202223014707512</id><published>2011-06-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:00:53.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Vs Arranged Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;PS:  I drafted this blog long back in 2008 when I was darn scared abt arranged marriages...n when I had lost almost all hopes of finding my someone special who is born for me :P....little did I know that "He" has already found me by then and was waiting to enter my world......never expected I will have my own crazy/filmy love story....anyway the draft goes like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ohkk Guyz....get urself introduced to my new style of writing .....Interview style (Q n A form) !! :P hehe........trying to be creative may get CRAZY at times, not my fault !! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Note 1: The asker and askee are both myself !! :P ....(Hullooooo, plz stop the grammer check on the sentence!! :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Note 2: The following answers are completely based on my opinion (which are forced to get biased towards arranged marriages for now :P), so donot mean to offend any lovers out there :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: Which one do I prefer, love or arranged?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: Both are pretty daunting right now :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: Advantages of Love marriages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: Well! you KNOW the person very well before you tie the knot.....you actually fall in LOVE (woww!!).......and you cannot live without that person ( it seems :P ).....wtever it is, the appealing side  of it is that you are already comfortable with the person and you look forward to share a lifetime with him.......you admire each other , you fight, you patch up, you basically know all the traits in a person and you get used to them well b4 marriage which makes life easier :).......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: Well, so what are the disadvantages of love marriages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: The reason of increased divorce rate in love marriages is mainly coz ppl take each other for granted.....n things apparently CHANGE after marriage!!.....the equation is completely different b4 and after marriage.....b4 marriage its love, after marriage its more of commitment.........n the intial enthusiam and the trials to impress gradually fade off........which paves way to,.the promises not being kept, expectations being broken.......which leads to disappointment and discontentment.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: Advantages of Arranged marriages!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: The cliched phrase  "You have changed so much !!" doesnt exist here :P :))........mainly arranged marriage fares better than love marriage coz both of them know that they are not getting married to the guy/gal of their dreams!!.....they are already prepared in their head that they should adjust......n so no breaking of dreams/expectations :)))....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Arranged marriages tend to hav a wrong notion in most of ppls minds.....things have changed now.....its not anything like u get to see his face directly on the wedding day.......you are given ample time to understand the person after meeting a couple of times and given a choice to proceed only if you are comfortable with him.......ther is no force at all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Life feels exciting with a new person......you can discover a new thing about him everyday :)) (ofcourse this can be counted in disadvantges as well :P)......you actually try to change yourself to impress him (This can be surprisingly exciting !! :) ).....its a whole new world which seems quite thrilling......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: Disadvantages of arranged marriages!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: Well, deciding your LIFE PARTNER by a couple of meetings is definetely gonna top the list of its drawbacks :(......its purely a game of luck......having to select smeone based on pics is sheer gambling......Looks definitely are not the ONLY thing which should be considered......Seriously, I myself feel I deserve smeone much much better than what my looks deserve......but unfortunately thats how things work, coz the other way is practically not possible.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Q: What according to me is the secret of a successful marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: The success of marriage doesnt depend on whether it is love/arranged. It all depends on the ppl involved. All it takes is a bit of maturity, understanding, compromise and ofcourse love :).....but ofcourse gifts/surprises/dates etc are must :P hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Final Q: Soo Have i given up on love mariage completely??..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ans: Hell NO!!...Not untill I get married !! :P....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="88" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1139/1139708kwkg8jr5xz.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24307219-3645202223014707512?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3645202223014707512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3645202223014707512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3645202223014707512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3645202223014707512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-vs-arranged-marriage.html' title='Love Vs Arranged Marriage'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-346547922550319624</id><published>2011-04-20T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:12:56.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajini's words...A Sweet Surprise !! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://realmofimagination.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-roommate.html"&gt;http://realmofimagination.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-roommate.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dnt knw how many times I hav read it till now...not sure wats the main reason why I liked it beyond words....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it coz it put into words how close rajini is to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it was a complete surprise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz I felt really elated when I read how nice she felt about me :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it is sooo sweet of her to write about me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz I am proud that she started blogging with this very article&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it reminds me of those initial days in california &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it makes all those funn moments with my roomies come live in front of my eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz its tough to believe how close I became with my roomies in sucha short span to time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it brought back so many memories from the beginning of my love story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz the letter praised me soo much :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or is it coz it reminds me of how we moved from being mere roomies to very close friends...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatever the main reason is, I loved it to the core and am not tired of reading it many many times.....seriously every word I read, brought back many moments in calif which I cherished soo much....really lucky for having found such awesome roomies.....I still remember how terrified I was when leaving cincinnati after having heard soo many "torture roomies" stories.....but it dint take long to realized how sweeet she is.....I still remember when I told my manager that I am not shifting close to office just coz I have soo sweet roomies :D hehe......I cant thank god enough for having found these 'friends for life' :D....thanks darling for the wonderful article.....love u tonss n tons n tonss ....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roMBthhJI50/Ta-R5prUhdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/H0ycWJCWc_8/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roMBthhJI50/Ta-R5prUhdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/H0ycWJCWc_8/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;==============================================&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/24307219-346547922550319624?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/346547922550319624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=346547922550319624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/346547922550319624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/346547922550319624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/04/rajinis-wordsa-sweet-surprise.html' title='Rajini&apos;s words...A Sweet Surprise !! :)'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-roMBthhJI50/Ta-R5prUhdI/AAAAAAAAA4o/H0ycWJCWc_8/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-1244086684967022627</id><published>2011-04-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:43:40.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Steps....7 Lives....7 promises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TT_gGX7r_3I/AAAAAAAAApw/NpQw_Q73coY/s1600/7steps.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TT_gGX7r_3I/AAAAAAAAApw/NpQw_Q73coY/s400/7steps.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groom's Promises:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 .I will spend my salary for the household and let u keep  ur salary for ur shopping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I will give you atleast one compliment a day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I will try to understand every word you say and donot say :P.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I  will never look at any other girl in ur presence :P.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. I will see romantic  movies with you and will try my best not to sleep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. I will remember your  Birthday, Valentines day, anniversary, wife's day, girl friend's day etc  etc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. I will do the dishes when u cook, n vice versa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bride's  Promises: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I will let you watch youtube/TV for atleast 2hrs a day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I  will not take you out for my shopping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. I will not win any argument by  crying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I will let you go out with your friends whenever u wish to. (Guyz  Only :P)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. I will not ask you if I have grown fat :P.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. I will not  expect you to read my mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. I will stay with you even if you lose all your  hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/725/725517yiajcugboq.gif" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;================================================ &lt;/b&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/24307219-1244086684967022627?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/1244086684967022627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=1244086684967022627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1244086684967022627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1244086684967022627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-steps7-lives7-promises.html' title='7 Steps....7 Lives....7 promises...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TT_gGX7r_3I/AAAAAAAAApw/NpQw_Q73coY/s72-c/7steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-5503151935097024278</id><published>2011-04-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:45:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension Reliever Award of the year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year's Tension reliever award goes to the following pic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How ever frustated I am, wtever tensions I am in, just a look at this pic somehow gives me soo much peace and instantly brings a smile on my face....just lovee themmm...missing them soo badlyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0d0x-qF-2k/TZu9zxrGcPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gFubvM8_Go0/s1600/JPR0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0d0x-qF-2k/TZu9zxrGcPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gFubvM8_Go0/s400/JPR0117.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; The pic contains Ria and Shreya, daughters of kishan's bro.....But Beware!!! Only the pic relieves tension, The kids in real win the "The best anger control management test' award&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/742/742457glmvkc9z11.gif" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;========================================== &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/24307219-5503151935097024278?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/5503151935097024278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=5503151935097024278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/5503151935097024278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/5503151935097024278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/04/tension-reliever-award-of-year.html' title='Tension Reliever Award of the year !'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0d0x-qF-2k/TZu9zxrGcPI/AAAAAAAAA4k/gFubvM8_Go0/s72-c/JPR0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3938012514915246008</id><published>2011-03-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T01:12:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What according to you would be a glance into our future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Option A:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TTv2Ep_blWI/AAAAAAAAApA/6XwJjFSSA40/s1600/option1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TTv2Ep_blWI/AAAAAAAAApA/6XwJjFSSA40/s400/option1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Option B:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TUSVLJuUNpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/nxockQnfCuY/s1600/option2-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TUSVLJuUNpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/nxockQnfCuY/s400/option2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Option C:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TTv2P5cK8pI/AAAAAAAAApE/IwcAOSHpcuA/s1600/option3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TTv2P5cK8pI/AAAAAAAAApE/IwcAOSHpcuA/s400/option3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correct Answer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the above&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/742/742468m9g2d9dg9a.gif" width="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;================================================&lt;/b&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/24307219-3938012514915246008?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3938012514915246008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3938012514915246008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3938012514915246008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3938012514915246008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/03/into-future.html' title='Into the Future'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TTv2Ep_blWI/AAAAAAAAApA/6XwJjFSSA40/s72-c/option1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-8153167242513622793</id><published>2011-03-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:50:02.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mail drafted on Friendship day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It was friendship day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As usual I was very excited....I wished I was in college when we used to tie friendship bands and party with this excuse :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It was 9am already and I was already half disappointed that he dint cal yet to wish me "Happy friendship day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was waiting for him to cal n wish first....coz he knew how much importance I give to these lil things.....I had always been waiting for such spl days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I sneaked into his email account to see if he already checked his mails ( proves if he already got up or not :P)....that is when I found this in his latest drafts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As always, you are entitled to your opinion and this does not mean that I am trying to change your way of looking at the world in anyway. Its just that I was there where you are now and I feel I have evolved from that point on in such matters. I merely want to express what I went through before saying those terrible words “Happy Friendship day” today or for that matter “Happy mother’s day” or “Happy father’s day”, which I never did in my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today I received some typical “happy friendship day” messages on facebook, gmail and orkut and all of them are from the same people who are not really my friends by any stretch of imagination. Them saying those words did not brighten my day in anyway the same way my actual friends not saying those words to me today did not lessen their relation with me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back in engineering, my group of friends never said those words to each other and if I say that to anybody, without a doubt anyone in my group would burst into immediate laughter. However, there were certain other groups in our college who tied friendship bands on the day, which made them the laughing stock for us. So, are they really kids and corny and cheesy in behavior compared to us and are we more evolved than them, is subjected to one’s own opinion. You may not find them cheesy and corny but what is not subjected to opinion and is a fact is that if at all there comes a dire need where you need to help your friend who is in your dire need, they would not take one step forward. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For some people, its just being hip and modern. The new generation who were brought up by the world of television and stupid corny romantic movies, easily buys into such things and if you apply your logic, which has been abandoned long ago, you will see where I am coming from. The need to express your feeling of friendship on friendship’s day OR the need to express your love by buying a gift on the Valentine’s day actually displays ones insecurity in the relation more than anything. To me that is disgusting. The funny part about it is most of us don’t even care to know where these dates came from and most likely they were invented by some random jerk in the last 20 or 30 years ago for some stupid reason that we could even care for and the gift card companies and corporates took the advantage and commercialize it in a way that you feel you are not modern until you follow the trend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To me this not just a hip trend but a dangerous one. Humans have existed for millions of years and we have known records of human relations for at least thousands of years. This trend of celebrating friendship, love, brotherly and sisterly love (oh god save us from this stupidity) probably started in last few decades. So, what about our forefathers who did not know about such days. As the reach of media and corporate businesses has been expanding, the likelihood of this trend becoming a norm in the society is also increasing. In the next few decades, we will have whole generation which will be brought up in this trend. We will then reach a stage where people will actually be offended for not being greeted. Hopefully, I will die before this. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, when someone tells me “happy friendship day”, I either see his/her insecurity or see the blatant ignorant and innocent consumer culture in him/her. And when I flinch just hearing those words, imagine me saying me those words. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see this trend more popular in India than else where. Being one of the most dimwitted nations around the world, we blindly follow whatever West feeds us. One glance at youtube proves this. Just type in freindships day in the search box and you will see 9 out 10 videos being from our great nation." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I sat silent for a loong time after reading it....every word of it was true....I never really thought soo much about it anyday....all I wanted was an excuse for celebration.....I felt soo foolish after reading it.....it wasnt some discovery I dint know of, but somehow it shook me a bit......I felt soo bad that he had been thinking soo much that he even started to write abt it......but somehow I liked his way of thinking and made me happier to know this aspect of him.....i never knew that he was doing all such stuff only to make me happy all the while....felt really bad and guilty.....i was somehow moved a lot by reading it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My phone started ringing....It was him.....I picked up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He greeted..." Happy friendship day ra bangaram"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;PS: He never mentioned about the draft till date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/219/219581yhl2paslc8.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-8153167242513622793?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/8153167242513622793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=8153167242513622793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8153167242513622793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8153167242513622793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/03/mail-drafted-on-friendship-day.html' title='A mail drafted on Friendship day'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3249845342371722600</id><published>2011-03-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:21:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ya!  My Thesis Acknowledgment :) :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; This post was drafted in Nov 2010 but publishing it now. That explains how busy (lazy :P) i had been :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abstract of Acknowledgment :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I am thankful to all my cincinnati friends for making my stay at UC a cherishable one. Spl thanks to  Aparna, Bharat, Deepika, Himaja, Raja and Sudhir for being a home away from home.  Also spl thanks to Ravan for bearing with me and my silly doubts and helping me in getting going.  I would like to thank my parents, my brother yashu, my bf kishan  , for their support, encouragement and unwavering love are undeniably the bedrock upon which my life has been built. To these 4 ppl, I dedicate my thesis !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acknowledgment: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today Nov 24th 2010 I am on the verge of completing my masters degree. This is the day, I feel a sense of achievement. This is the day I had been waiting all my life. This is the day, I wish I was with my parents to see the spark ( and/or tears) of pride in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Landed in US in Aug 2007.....Past 3 yrs in United States has flown real fast....but it has taught me several things which I never hoped to ever learn in life.....comon I am not talking abt cooking and cleaning kinda stuff :P....serious ga cheptunte enti abba meeru :P...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I really cant forget the pangs of homesickness I felt for the first few months.....but by virtue of suppa7 gang, found a home away from home....found a family away from family....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The days at Cincinnati were super fun...the people amazing....i have learnt many things from each one of them.....n most importantly, as a group, we just rocked!....be it countless nightouts, potlucks, outings, trips, group assignments or just plain timepassing, everything was awesome.....without these guyz, things wouldnt have been the same....like it is said, life @ US is mainly defined by the roommates, I really feel that the reason for my enjoyable stay at UC is coz of my friends aka roomies Aparna, Bharat,  Deepika, Himaja, Jayasree, Kalpana, Raja and Sudhir. (Sudhir dont feel bad, names are listed in alphabetical order :P hehe) . Time pass, watching movies, playing games (esp Klueless), chitchatting,  or playing counterstrike :P, everything was just fun. As I type the words scioto/morgan and lookout apts, streams of memoies  flood down my mind :((....How much I wish I could relive those moments with all of these guyz...my previous attempt to capture all the memories @ cincy is available here &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/04/queen-citykind-size-memories.html"&gt;[1]  &lt;/a&gt;( Thesis writing effect :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My sincere thanks to all of you guyz for your support and love for the past years. Raja needs spl mention for really supporting me and also helping me out in many challenges in life and also in career.  Really his guidance and friendship made a whole lot of difference to my life. Also I should be very thankful to Ravan for responding and reaching out a helping hand every single time I asked him dumb questions in Java :). Without his support my thesis would never have been finished. By support I mean both technical and moral :). Also I am extremely grateful to my roomies Rajini, Preethi, Harika and Anita for constanly scolding me to concentrate on thesis :P hehe. It really did help guyz ;). This acknowledgement would be incomplete without a spl mention of  My sister Madhavi and my brother Naveen whose moral support always gives me a boost,  My best friend Shravan for supporting me since past 10 years through thick and thin in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Most importantly I would like to thank my parents to whom this day would bring a spark of pride in their eyes. They are the reason for which I am here today. My brother Yashwanth who is more than just a brother or a friend or a twinsoul&lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-chweeeeeeet-love.html"&gt; [2]&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-about-being-twinsoula-bestfriend.html"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;.  My fiance Kishan whose moral support helped me focus on my work&lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-much-as-i-had-been-waiting-for-it.html"&gt; [4]&lt;/a&gt; .  I would like to convey my heartfelt gratitude to these people for without these people I cannot imagine Life .&amp;nbsp; To these 4 people, I dedicate my thesis. Lastly, I want to thank God for blessing me with everything I have asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;References:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[1] &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/04/queen-citykind-size-memories.html"&gt;http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/04/queen-citykind-size-memories.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[2] &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-chweeeeeeet-love.html"&gt;http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-chweeeeeeet-love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[3] &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-about-being-twinsoula-bestfriend.html"&gt;http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-about-being-twinsoula-bestfriend.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[4] &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-much-as-i-had-been-waiting-for-it.html"&gt;http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-much-as-i-had-been-waiting-for-it.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/graphics/Graduation/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img10.glitterfy.com/graphics/129/way_to_go.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/24307219-3249845342371722600?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3249845342371722600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3249845342371722600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3249845342371722600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3249845342371722600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-ya-my-thesis-acknowledgment-p.html' title='Oh Ya!  My Thesis Acknowledgment :) :P'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4636265990623235834</id><published>2011-03-18T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:45:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kishan and I are all set to get locked forever in the wedlock :)....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Feb  20th, 11.39pm we take vows in presence of all our loved ones to celebrate the  accomplishment of a beautiful dream and the beginning of a much more beautiful  reality.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your presence is most cherished on this occasion. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GJXYvlg8O5A" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="720"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Youtube link :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJXYvlg8O5A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJXYvlg8O5A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Come, Share this moment with Us:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Being single was fun, but just not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Yes, we are bored of our Solos, its time for a duet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mind you, I dint fall for a single rose or a violet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;He showered me with a love-filled basket :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Finally, I have someone who would lend me his jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;For I am truly his most valuable asset :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Convinced our family and relatives cabinet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Extremely glad are they, for our new journey is onset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;To catch me in a bride’s bonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And Well,&amp;nbsp; to see the effect of my diet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Waiting for you, will be a beautiful banquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Please be there on Feb, the 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Of course, there is no entry ticket :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I m sure, your bonding with us will work like a magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Don’t you dare forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Coz if you do, you would regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;What we would do is a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;But surely, u will have to take a tablet :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TT_U7XmW-bI/AAAAAAAAApo/gpleoiraE9M/s1600/giffile.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TT_U7XmW-bI/AAAAAAAAApo/gpleoiraE9M/s640/giffile.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Wedding Reception :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feb 20th, 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Greenpark , Begumpet, Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feb 20th, 11:39pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Greenpark , Begumpet, Hyderabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reception:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feb 22nd, 7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hotel Swarna Palace, Near Challapalli Bunglow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Governorpet, Vijayawada&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-4636265990623235834?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/4636265990623235834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=4636265990623235834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4636265990623235834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4636265990623235834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-wedding-invitation.html' title='My Wedding Invitation'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GJXYvlg8O5A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-191536690270368430</id><published>2011-03-18T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:44:28.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My engagement pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="590" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OVnFZUC2RRg" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="700"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/59/59181n7qf8w7zcu.gif" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24307219-191536690270368430?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/191536690270368430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=191536690270368430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/191536690270368430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/191536690270368430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-engagement-pics.html' title='My engagement pics'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OVnFZUC2RRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6489202178001395730</id><published>2011-01-07T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:15:13.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Tensionnnn !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a big day for Ramu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was getting ready to face the entrance exam he had been scared all his  life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He knew that his performance today will bring immense joy to his  parents….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the stress and pressure were also immense…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was not confident….but his parents were…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course he had been preparing for this all his life… ( Unfortunately  “Komaram Puli” came recently , otherwise his mother would have adopted same  policy by reading to him ever since he was in her womb :P  :P)….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was scared that he might end up disappointing his parents…..His  parents meant a lot to him and he was all determined to do anything to bring  smiles on their faces….But exams are not always easy…esp this was a computer  based test…..he had worked very hard day in day out to crack this one…..he was  really nervous……n so were his parents…..he had never seen his parents with so  much anticipation…..one look into their eyes brought more sweat on his  forehead…….he wanted to runaway to escape from this situation…..but he was  helpless……he knew engineering was his only option in career.....he had to crack  this test to see pride in their eyes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both his parents came with him to the exam center……after kissing and  wishing him all the best, he stepped into the exam hall…..his parents sat  waiting for him outside the hall with crossed fingers……what if he doesn’t pass  the exam? They wondered…..the thought itself was scary……they decided not to  think about it…..they just waited hoping that everything will be  fine……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ramu came out happily….he seemed to have done fairly good….but we never  know until the results are out…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the day of results,&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had a party at  home…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ramu successfully got admission into the IIT section of 3rd class :) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1317/1317309lsk5aj07xu.gif" width="160" border="0" height="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-6489202178001395730?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6489202178001395730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6489202178001395730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6489202178001395730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6489202178001395730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/01/exam-tensionnnn.html' title='Exam Tensionnnn !!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-391788976780715314</id><published>2011-01-03T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:15:27.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear 2010,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think you should be awarded an oscar for fastest year of my  life category :P....anyway I knw you were not expecting this mail coz nobody  bothers about u now that 2011 has taken the limelight  :P......i had been soo  busy last 2 weeks that I could not take some time off to thank you for alll the  wonderful things you have given me....really sorry for that.....anyway your  performance rating statistics reveal that you have totally exceeded my  expectations......I know that this might put more pressure on 2011 to reach upto  my expectations :P....but u have to train 2011 to be even more nice to  me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your end marks not just your ending but the ending of this  decade.....this decade which had been so dear to me......the decade which has  given me memories for a lifetime......teenage life, friends, college days,  relationships, college canteens, road side dabhas, crushes, class bunks,  combined studies, thrashings at home, trickies on bikes , fun filled engg days,  US of A,  awesome grad life,responsibilities, california, achievements,  love,  ok dont worry I wont get started again with my emotional drama.....so I just  wanted to convey that I had really enjoyed the past decade and I really realy  wish those days come back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Singlehood ninchi vimukthi ichav  :P......Lifelong oka todu ichav....awesome friends ni ichav....cheyyadaniki  internship ichav.....1 month ki yashu ni US ki teppinchav.....proud feel avvadaniki masters degree ichav......inkaa  santoshinchadaniki job full-time convert kuda chesav...kaani enduku intha early  ga chachav :P :P...ayina kuda nuvvu naku nachaav :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Really cant  believe that it is already 2011....cant believe I have been in US for 3 yrs  already.....cnt believe its been 4 yrs since my undergrad.....OMG cant believe  its been 25yrs since I was born :P!!....I m not kidding guyzz, It really is a  shocking realization.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;25 already!.....around right time to get  married :P.....n indeed I am :).....on Feb 20....wait! this is not how I wanted  to announce it.....anyway now that it has already been leaked, do plan to attend  it...will send out a invite later on......Feb 20, 11.30pm, Green park hotel,  Hyderabad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dearest 2010, please dont feel bad that your time is  over....you are immortal....coz I have captured all of you through my Nikon D90  :P....now you are all over my new 2TB  harddrive :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yours  lovingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MISS. Harika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;( My every email contains this signature nowadays :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1264/1264828fijyrcyg3v.gif" width="75" border="0" height="92" /&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/24307219-391788976780715314?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/391788976780715314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=391788976780715314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/391788976780715314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/391788976780715314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2010.html' title='Dear 2010'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2341291129710154660</id><published>2010-12-28T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:49:42.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An appointment with Santa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you had one wish to ask for urself , what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I asked myself for  the 100th time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Whatever  the wish was, Santa was known to fulfil it.....n I  was about to meet  him at 10am to make a wish....n he will grant  it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seriously??!!! You are being granted a wish n u dnt knw what to ask  for??....I wondered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  thought hard.....I had many things I wanted  to happen...but most of  them are not for me personally....they are for my loved  ones....but  today, santa's condition was to wish for smething affecting me n my   life only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I didnt knw why I was among a very few picked by Santa this  christmas for this wish-fulfiling opportunity....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  thought hard....i had  many things on my mind...but everything seemed  very petty.....dint want to waste  sucha lucky chance by asking too  small a wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I got ready to leave the  house....stepped out into the street....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cool  breeze touched my  skin.....simultaneously the sun shined.....a typical  winter morning in  california..... wid soo much decoration on d  streets, One cud not miss Christmas  was round the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Excitement to meet santa started to sink in...i  started feeling more happier...but I still dint decide what to ask for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  started thinking again....harder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cmon,  only 1 wish?...This isnt fair , I  thought :P....Deciding on only 1  wish to ask for a lifetime isnt sucha easy  thing u knw :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;probably I can use a conjunction to add more than 1 wish in  a single wish :P..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;or prehaps I should frame my sentence very carefully to  fetch the most out of it :P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;may be I should ask for something permanent  which ll last for a long long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;may  be I should ask something like take  me to the moon or smething :P, but  then I ll also have to ask for pani puri  supply there :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;may be I should ask for availability of seetaphal (custard  apple) throughout the year :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;may be I should ask for a tasty food which  reduces fat content in body :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my mind started getting overwhlemed with the  things I had always wished for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was next in line for the  appointment....I had only 5mins to decide on the final wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Excitement  turned into tension :P...I started sweating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5mins passed...n It was my  turn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He asked "What do you want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I sound of those words made me think  "What do I want?? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Slowly I found the answer in myself and this brought a  bright smile on my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He asked again " What do u wanna ask for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  smiled and answered " Nothing, I already got what I wanted in life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;He looked  surprised. He dint seem to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I smiled, showed him my engagement  ring and walked away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Merry christmas and Happy new year  guyzzz :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TRo1piPD3-I/AAAAAAAAAis/VK_wVyU3Sws/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TRo1piPD3-I/AAAAAAAAAis/VK_wVyU3Sws/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555812077995810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2341291129710154660?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2341291129710154660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2341291129710154660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2341291129710154660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2341291129710154660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/12/appointment-with-santa.html' title='An appointment with Santa :)'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TRo1piPD3-I/AAAAAAAAAis/VK_wVyU3Sws/s72-c/DSC_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6028107770552899703</id><published>2010-09-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:30:32.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When dreams meet reality..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TJmwpvMsDDI/AAAAAAAAAic/TNDk5TBUEmU/s1600/Finalest_Blog_Final_Copy+of+DSC_0141+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 518px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519637049410063410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TJmwpvMsDDI/AAAAAAAAAic/TNDk5TBUEmU/s400/Finalest_Blog_Final_Copy+of+DSC_0141+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;As much as I had been waiting for it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The fairy tale indeed found me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Still cant believe how reality could whelm the fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wanted to write about this from so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But dint want to taint it by my trial of narration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coz some stories are....better left untold !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/441/441024frv6q36ba3.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-6028107770552899703?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6028107770552899703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6028107770552899703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6028107770552899703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6028107770552899703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-much-as-i-had-been-waiting-for-it.html' title='When dreams meet reality..'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TJmwpvMsDDI/AAAAAAAAAic/TNDk5TBUEmU/s72-c/Finalest_Blog_Final_Copy+of+DSC_0141+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2069527427388354952</id><published>2010-06-09T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:27:25.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he said those 3 words ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world seemed to have stopped suddenly…. It felt like all my dreams came crashing down all at once…..&lt;br /&gt;My hands were shivering…..I was sweating like hell….My mind was racing……I was unable to think clearly……. I dint know what to do….&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 thing seemed obvious….&lt;br /&gt;I called 911…&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen an accident happen from such a close proximity…..it happened right in front of my eyes….&lt;br /&gt;The worst part….it happened to him…..&lt;br /&gt;He was hit by a car….&lt;br /&gt;I met him at one of the bday parties….His deep eyes had a sense of mystery in them……I had an instant crush on him……..needless to mention, even he was interested in me ……..&lt;br /&gt;But that was 3 yrs ago……Now we are very close friends……he had been there for me always………Though I suspect that TFIFM  (The feeling is *ing  mutual :P ) , for some reason things never went any further than just being friends……may b it was coz of the fear of ‘losing a best friend’ if the feeling wasn’t mutual…..&lt;br /&gt;But now, He was lying in front of me in a pool of blood. ….. I was too shocked to say anything…….A crowd gathered around us…..we were waiting for the ambulance….the sound of emergency vehicle used to annoy me so much….but now I was craving to hear one……..I was ready to do anything it takes to save him…….&lt;br /&gt;But I could see….he was dying…&lt;br /&gt;He had already lost lot of blood ….. I refused to accept the fact that I will lose him if this continues….&lt;br /&gt;I was praying……praying with all my heart…&lt;br /&gt;I just wished this was like one of those dreams in my blogs…..but it was happening for real…..the warmth of tears flowing down was real……the pain with which he was wallowing in front of my eyes was real…..my love for him was real….&lt;br /&gt;I hated my helplessness…..I hated god for letting this happen…..I decided not to ever pray if I lose him….&lt;br /&gt;It was past 15mins……there was no sign of an ambulance….I wondered what was taking them soo long..&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to keep him conscious….I was trying to tell him not worry and things will be perfectly alright…..just to boost up his confidence and help him fight the pain……..but ofcourse the delivery of those words accompanied by my tears failed to serve the purpose…..both of us suspected , the end was close….&lt;br /&gt;I could see his moist eyes which I felt always held some secret…..He was lying in my lap , holding my hand…..he was trying to say something…..from all the effort he was putting in it, I knew it was something important…..n infact, I felt I knew what he was going to say…..the words which I had always been longing to hear him say…&lt;br /&gt;He said…..." Ek Limca milega? " :P….lol….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This blog is being released with an alternate ending for non-hindi readers :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said ....."Call my girlfriend"  :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/558/558248u8915bjieg.jpg" border="0" width="97" height="51" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2069527427388354952?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2069527427388354952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2069527427388354952' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2069527427388354952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2069527427388354952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-he-said-those-3-words.html' title='When he said those 3 words ...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2155451667870458021</id><published>2010-06-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:14:34.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he the one ??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Treeeeeeeng Treeeeeeeng....Treeeeeeeeng Treeeeeeeng"&lt;br /&gt;Rang my phone alarm.....&lt;br /&gt;I woke up reluctant to open my eyes.....It was 6:15 am.....thankk god, there is smething called snooozzee......got used to postponing everything......there i go, trying to sleep for 10more mins...&lt;br /&gt;After a series of god-knws-how-many snoozes as usual, i woke up........1 hr later, i was on my way to the airport........&lt;br /&gt;I was goin 2 Texas........i was goin 2 meet him.......overloaded with a heavy bag in hand and a heavier Question in mind......Is he "The One"???.....&lt;br /&gt;Marriages are made in heaven is wt i have heard......n i ought to believe in it now......&lt;br /&gt;I never really trusted in arranged marriages........may b for the fact that deciding your life partner by meeting a handful times is not a cakewalk.....&lt;br /&gt;When you are meeting smeone with the intention of marrying, you obviously are not your actual self.....you dress your best, you try to be your best......you are hardly urself.....n thts wt makes things difficult to decide.......marrying someone with whom you have no history or bonding with......&lt;br /&gt;Love seems to be a better and enthusiastic idea......There is a casual "getting-to-know-you" phase where you are just friends, you spend time with each other and you discover each others pet peeves, quirks , whims and fantasies.......But in love what generally happens is, both are at their best to impress each other. They behave , walk, talk , do things as what the other likes....i.e one changes for the other......But this cant continue forever.......n marriage gives it a break.....the real person comes out after the marraige.......no more impressings, no more sacrifices, and then starts trouble :P......&lt;br /&gt;Classifying the success of a marriage on the basis of arranged or love is mere foolishness( in my view)..... A successful unity between two people requires willingness, compromise, love and commitment. These aspects can be found in either type of marriage.......The actual beauty of a relationship is where everyday you discover a new thing about your partner.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang.....It was him.....this was the 3rd time i was talking to him......I told him i am on the way to the airport....he was happpy....&lt;br /&gt;I got down to the airport shuttle.....the airport was unusually scarsely populated......may b coz it was a weekday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got into the flight much before time......i had 4 hrs before i wud meet him.........n i had only 4 hrs to argue with myself if i can decide a yes/no about a guy by meeting him only once !!......&lt;br /&gt;The a/c was intolerrably high......but still i discovered myself sweating.....n restless....i wondered why i felt so restless......may be it was All of it -- the years spent waiting for spl smeone , the criticality of the decision, you being judged by what you talk/do at that time, meeting smeone for the 1st time with sme spl intention- but was romantic in its own way as i hadnt expected....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind was racing with thoughts....some gud....some funny.....some scary.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was unable to sleep.....broke the tradition of the only-thing-to-do-in-flight is to sleep........after 2 hrs which seemed like 2 yrs, was glad to hear the final announcement of landing......i realized that, i was actually excited to meet him.......wowww!! :))......&lt;br /&gt;I had seen his pic.....he was gud looking (acc to the pic atleast)......wondered what he wud look like in real.....the fact that the pics given for matrimonial purpose are generally either tampered with or are usually clicked when you are just 21, made me more anxious/curious/hmmm worried in fact......i gave my recent pic though.....n i believe i dint change much since past many yrs :)) :P (atleast heightwise :P )....&lt;br /&gt;Landed in the airport......recognised him at very first glance......he was toooo charming........”Ohh! so love at first sight does happen!” I thought! :P.....&lt;br /&gt;He looked much better than the pic......but not so younger though....."matured look" i wud call :P :P.....&lt;br /&gt;We reciprocated "hiii"s.......and after answering his questionaire about my journey we were on the way to a restaurant....&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but comment on his car......it was sme mercedes one........i wud hav married him jus for that :P.........&lt;br /&gt;The drive to the restaurent was a long one.........he was talking talking and talking.......n to my surprise i found myself in the most silent phase of my life.......i never was this silent....."Whats wrong with me" I thought......&lt;br /&gt;We reached the restaurent.......It was a pretty gud one with wonderful ambience......n a even more wonderful menu.....but i decided not to eat much....i ordered half of what i wud otherwise have ordered......&lt;br /&gt;"Only this much??....is that your lunch order ?? " He asked......&lt;br /&gt;what do i say....shud i tell him that i am in no mood to eat coz i am actually damnn tensed.....or shud i tel him about my everyday resolutions of serious dieting and breaking the resolution before every meal :P.......or shud i start a conversation about what my fav dishes are.......or shud i tell him about my condition that he should share the cooking part also if he decides to marry me :P....&lt;br /&gt;I jus smiled.......&lt;br /&gt;He placed his order and the waitress left......&lt;br /&gt;"Nee guirnchi emaina cheppu " (soo tell me about urself)...he asked....&lt;br /&gt;That sounded like a typical HR interview question......i had read many standard answers for tht Q during my undergrad placement interviews......but now this is a different interview i am in.....and the Q was indeed logical.....coz he spoke a lot abt himself during the drive and i was sitting like a dumb girl......now it ws my turn....but wher do i start......what excatly shud i tell......what excatly about me......I can write novels about myself :P.....but i cnt write an essay.....i mean, to describe everything briefly isnt very easy........i mean i cnt start off with my educational background and then the family background like in a typical HR interview.....&lt;br /&gt;"enti antha kham ga unnavu....nuvvu ekkuva matladava" (you arent speaking at all....are is this reserved always)....he asked...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...noo i am never like this....i can actually talk for hrs on phne......tht too as loudly as if that person can hear directly without the phone connection.......not to mention my overusage atnt phone bill :P......i generally believe i can talk very comfortably with any starnger......but whyy nowww????.....&lt;br /&gt;"ala emi ledu....jus em matladalo artham kavatledu " (It not like that, jus that i hav no clue what exactly to talk ", i replied.....&lt;br /&gt;"Nee hobbies enti cheppu" (what are your hobbies), He asked.....&lt;br /&gt;abbaaaaa thats like the Q i hate most, coz i hate the fact that i dont hav any hobbies lately......i wanted to ask if sleeping can be called a hobby :P......coz thts the thing i wud prefer to do on any holiday.....or else just hang out with freinds......but other than that what do i enjoy doing......i used to watch a lot of movies and read a lot of novels but its been really long since i read one .....became lazy to do anything......not finding time is the lame excuse i give to myself...&lt;br /&gt;"In free time I watch random videos on youtube, else most of the times I am either on phone or sleeping or eating :P ", i answered......that was my safe answer....&lt;br /&gt;i was scared to answer anything related to movies coz i dint want him to knw hw terrible i am at hollywood movies.......i dnt knw y but I get soo confused with all hollywud actors/actresses ......i wonder what happens to my soo much acclaimed memory power when it comes to remembering the hollywud names.....whatever i am today (in terms of hollywud gyan) is because of my bro.....bcoz if his strict assignments to me to watching sme gud movies and smetimes even sitting beside me and showing me sme scenes which he loves the most and explaining them when i dnt understnd the accent/intent/both :P.....&lt;br /&gt;Our orders were ready and we started eating.......i was indeed hungry......excausted with thinking and thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;He asked about my engineering life.....and my thoughts flew to my engg college, gang, fun and friendship.....n i started talking.....&lt;br /&gt;i started talking about my engineering life....all about it.....hw much i enjoyed it...hw much i m missing it right now......&lt;br /&gt;I told him about my inter and engg friends.....and hw close we are.....and hw much i love them.....&lt;br /&gt;I started to talk about myself and my life.....i was rediscovering myself........i felt i am back.......&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 pm......It was time to leave.......i had to fly bac the same day.......&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the time with him.....but then is that enough a thing to decide a yes/no?........i need more time I thought.....&lt;br /&gt;I was happy.......for some reason......he was just too cute.......i liked him.......&lt;br /&gt;15 mins after the flight started i started feeling sleepy.........in no more than 5 mins, i was fast asleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treeeeenggg treeeeennnggg.......Treeeennggggg Treeenngggg.....&lt;br /&gt;Now this was the alarm again........and i woke up to find myself in my own cozy room at home.........only to realize that it was all a dream :))....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was enough of imagination for now ;)).....&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really care if you believe it to be true! :P…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my future husband :P , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see I am imagining all stuff without anything happening for real…don’t u think its hightime??!!.....why don’t u just land in my life ASAP!!......looking forward to meeting you……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ur love :P, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/59/59181n7qf8w7zcu.gif" width="108" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2155451667870458021?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2155451667870458021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2155451667870458021' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2155451667870458021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2155451667870458021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-he-one.html' title='Is he the one ??!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-840241586329399100</id><published>2010-06-04T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:29:06.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R7ryV3-9sbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x3VMuLen9vo/s1600-h/42-17178798.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168709979980280242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R7ryV3-9sbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x3VMuLen9vo/s400/42-17178798.jpg" width="310" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;With u, time jus flew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;With every second, feelings for u grew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I never knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That dreams do come true....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You held my heart's cue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;driving me crazy everyday anew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i love you...i really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;but to u, i was jus a hobby to pursue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dint get even the slightest clue.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now,Everything seems so new....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Out of proportion, the things blew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beyond my comprehension is the reason for this sudden slew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Never thought this would ensue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But now, i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;As much as i need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To some dull shade i hue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I feel lonely even amidst a large crew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;feels like there is some curfew :P..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;In the church, i sit alone on the pew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;N with soo many assignments due :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the sorrows in me only seem to accrue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;u hav no idea what i am goin through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and no one is there to rescue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Under the sky so blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the touch of mornings dew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and the cold wind that blew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;remind me of the moments few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Why dont u understand my point of view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;u dont care is what i construe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Buried Deep in me is a question for u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont you miss me too ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;P.S: My bro says any1 wid a less than 144 IQ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wud actually believe its all true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Nw plz dont bug me with 'what happened' queries.....Dint come across any guy so far who is worth soo much of emotion.....its all fictious......jus a fantasy......that i love someone n he doesnt reciprocate.....the only fantasy which i wish it doesnt come true :)......wierd fantasy :D I knw!!.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1304/1304642nbixlcuav8.gif" width="131" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24307219-840241586329399100?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/840241586329399100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=840241586329399100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/840241586329399100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/840241586329399100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-you-knew.html' title='I wish you knew...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R7ryV3-9sbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x3VMuLen9vo/s72-c/42-17178798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-750037847524948912</id><published>2010-06-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:24:59.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look at them, I see a fairy tale.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;“WHEN I LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER, I FEEL LIKE FALLING IN LOVE….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TAXL3nIU3xI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jK3HVuvTD9s/s1600/DSC_5728.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478008678023225106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TAXL3nIU3xI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jK3HVuvTD9s/s320/DSC_5728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A perfect couple!! ….describing them together is the most difficult task ever !!!....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok lemme write abt wt I feel abt them individually b4 I cn try putting them together in words….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sahiti…….The words ”Cute” and “Sweet” seem to be framed for her……I cn write pages together abt her coz v share the sameeee wavelength…….her sense of humour is simple amazing…….she is kid at times where u ll feel “How sweet!!”(At times “How dumb!!”hehe [:p])……n at times she is soo responsible tht u ll feel “How smart!!”…..she is the kind of a gal any guy wud ask for……with soo many innumerable number of memorable funn times v spent together,its hard to describe her in words……coz the more close ppl r, the more difficult it becomes to write a testimonial……She cn be described with a gal with gr8 sense….both common sense and sense of humour……has an awesome atitude and personality …..always wears a sweet smile on her face…..gives a lot of importance to friends…… a practical approach to everything….shares evrythin under the sun with us…….has her sweet voice (This para abt sahi is bound to contain the word ‘sweet’ many times coz evrythin abt her is indeed sweet!!)…….. n hey hw cn one forget her talkative nature….n hey her love for food…….n her beautiful n silky hair……n her wonderful way of narrating boring things in an interesting way…..huh!! I actually wanted this para to b short n sweet like her (nw she is gonna kill me for the word ‘short’ [:p]) bt ther is soo much one cn write about her…..her company is soo much funn…….all-in-all she is kind of a person who lives her life to the fullest…….extracting max out of life…..bt she ws sucha practical person tht years ago I wud never hav believed tht she ll be soo selflessly interested in smeone and fall in love soo deeply……bt after all love has a magic in it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmmm ok abt Arjun……A cool guy with gr8 sense of humour…smeone with whom u cn never even dream of getting bored…..his witty remarks n spontaneous remarks can woo anyone n everyone…….really an interestin person to the core…..its always funn with him around……the best part of him is his ever lastin smile.....n when he is not smiling, he is seen laughing…..bt hey dnt get carried away, coz he is actually laughing at you, coz appatike edo sarcatic joke nee meeda vesi untadu…..asssalu dobbatam lo No1….kanti choopu tho champadam is common ya…..bt noti matalatho champadam smethin spl ya [:p]……ultimately a funn person to be with……except for the teasing part the conversations with him r always enjoyable [:p]……all-in-all a very bindaas n cool person…..be it in looks, attitude or nature, he is the most eligible bachelor…..a very pragmatic person……he ws not a kind of a person who ll fall in love soo deeply…….. bt after all love has a magic in it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So basically this is a story of 2 practical persons…..so much alike in everythin…..who met in orkut by chance…..n it happened!!!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What amazes me is the way it all started..…The story is incredible but I saw it happen…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And nw…..Watching them together is like festival to both eyes ( Kantiki pandaga :P )….we, who knw them well are bound to feel happy for them ….n those who dnt knw them r bound to feel jealous of their ‘anyonyata’[Telugu varam manam, telugee matladudam!! :P]….The CHEMISTRY they share is amazing…….The HISTORY of all these years has only increased their love beyond limits……...Even the distance in GEOGRAPHY (Banglore 2 Hyderabad) cudnt stand between their love……The MATHEMATICS magician named cupid ended up in adding both their hearts (hehe…creativity koncham over ayindi kada)…..n in PHYSICS, I can only frame “Gravitation cannot be held responsible for them falling in love” (:P :P)…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Asaalu Sahiti &amp;amp; Nagarjun, is like the cutest sweetest hottest pair Ever!!!! ( Letting then enjoy this status till I find my spl smeone :P).....seriously I wonder hw cn smeone find a partner soo similar to eachother…….They are similar to each other in literally everythin (I mean except the gender part!! :P)…….The way they hav funn with each other is soo sweet…..They have compatibility, understanding, wavelength match…….i have seen them go thru many different phases…..when she cries, he cheers her up ….when he is angry, she gets him bac to normal by her sweet manner….both of them never lose their temper together…..there is always one of them who brings the love come alive…..so at the end of the day, its always a happy ending….with lots of hugs n kisses [:p]……They are indeed awfully cute together…….The couple which flashes in my mind when I hear the phrase “Made for each other”…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These two stand as testimony that love is the greatest emotion humans can ever experience………. They're are sooo adorable together……veryy cute couple…...my sweet darlings they are……. Really perfect for one another!..........These two always look so happy together... so much in love……. Always laughing, kidding n joking with each other…..Everyone should be this lucky…... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey Sa n Arjun, you are an inspiration for lovers in waiting....like me :) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope your marriage is the accomplishment of a beautiful dream and the beginning of more beautiful dreams……&lt;br /&gt;I wish you both a lifetime of happiness, togetherness and fulfillment!&lt;br /&gt;Happy married life !&lt;br /&gt;Luv u guyzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: courier new; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/950/950131njxbs726yv.gif" width="176" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================== &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-750037847524948912?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/750037847524948912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=750037847524948912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/750037847524948912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/750037847524948912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-look-at-them-i-see-fairy-tale.html' title='When I look at them, I see a fairy tale.....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/TAXL3nIU3xI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jK3HVuvTD9s/s72-c/DSC_5728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3628437390887431555</id><published>2010-06-01T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:27:13.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are complex ! ...Amen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;One of my all time Favorite forwarded email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:180%;" &gt;"HER" DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Day night, I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late,but he made no comment.Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love u, too."When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV. He seemed distant and absent.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep.I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:180%;" &gt;"HIS" DIARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Today India lost the world cup against Pakistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DAAM IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men are from earth. Women are from earth . Deal with it !!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Huhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/36/36412k3wxxw2h9a.gif" width="145" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-3628437390887431555?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3628437390887431555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3628437390887431555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3628437390887431555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3628437390887431555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/06/women-are-complex-amen.html' title='Women are complex ! ...Amen!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3022937055344599397</id><published>2010-05-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:27:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title : Art of fast poem writing - part 1 ,                                            Tag line : Nenu kavini kaadu annavadini cheppu tho kodataanu :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Author : Kavitha (my pen name :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Location: Intel Santa Clara, 5th floor, Pole K2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Date : 5/29 (Long weekend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:100%;" &gt;Evaluation sheet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;% rhyming = 99%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;% sense = TBD :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:100%;" &gt;The Poem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is just flying&lt;br /&gt;I cant help wonder, where my life is going&lt;br /&gt;The insecurities and fears are truly agonizing&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainity of the future is way too disturbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of golden days keep haunting&lt;br /&gt;Longing to go home keeps chasing&lt;br /&gt;my loved ones, I cant help missing,&lt;br /&gt;which is why i always keep india calling :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont feel wierd, this is just the beginning :P&lt;br /&gt;deadlier lines are now approaching ...&lt;br /&gt;Tune ur brains to do context swtiching&lt;br /&gt;coz between any 2 paras, there wont be any linking :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till a few days ago, the cold was biting&lt;br /&gt;But nowww, the sun is blazing&lt;br /&gt;Sunscreen does a bit of blocking&lt;br /&gt;Even then my skin keeps tanning :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work life is definetely enterprising&lt;br /&gt;No place for the word boring&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I am working on stuff I am enjoying&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes its kinda tiring&lt;br /&gt;but at the end what matters is the learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse there is no time for timepassing&lt;br /&gt;Orkutting and FBing is something I am trying avoiding&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out passions which are more engrossing&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more to explore is what I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;something something I am saying :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav song nowadays is 'vintunnavaa' ( r u listening ?)&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse the movie was not so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Telugu and tamil versions differ in their ending&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog, I will write anything ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do I want? ' I keep on asking&lt;br /&gt;The silence in return is just too deafening&lt;br /&gt;There is none so tempting&lt;br /&gt;Its all about waiting&lt;br /&gt;untill the bells start ringing&lt;br /&gt;Its a strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;I am sure u all started enquiring&lt;br /&gt;What is it about which I am talking&lt;br /&gt;huh!....its all about my wedding&lt;br /&gt;which would be sometime towards next year ending :P&lt;br /&gt;and the funny part is, the groom whom I am still searching :P&lt;br /&gt;the idea of which is not at all appealing&lt;br /&gt;but yes, I can still keep on fantasizing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of brain storming,&lt;br /&gt;what fits me better is day-dreaming&lt;br /&gt;rats in my stomach are running...&lt;br /&gt;omg, What am I writing??!!&lt;br /&gt;This is all bcoz , on long weekend I am working! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ya THE most imp ingredient in a poem is the rhyming! :P ..&lt;br /&gt;Offfooo emannaa poem aa....assalu full shining shining :P ....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;I m sure ur head just started spinning! :P wah wah wah wah ...:P&lt;br /&gt;Guess , the poem has finally encountered its ending...&lt;br /&gt;U guyz, kindly stop overacting..&lt;br /&gt;Its time to start commenting! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1836/1836545mblph7p32e.gif" width="100" height="65" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friend's comment here I am adding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this your style of blogging ??&lt;br /&gt;Writing without no meaning ..&lt;br /&gt;If Rhyming was the only thing you were caring&lt;br /&gt;I agree, it is amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I understand your feeling…&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes seems so confusing..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder why it is only you to whom it keeps happening&lt;br /&gt;But, keep in mind that it happens to every human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the fun if life just went on smoothly sailing,&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming the tides &amp;amp; sharks in this journey is what makes it rewarding..&lt;br /&gt;I know it is easier talking and advising than doing….&lt;br /&gt;But in such times, a pat on the back and a pep talks can keep one moving….&lt;br /&gt;So, thats what I am providing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..let me stop my commenting ,complaining and consoling&lt;br /&gt;and actually give you what you were asking&lt;br /&gt;a couple of lines of complimenting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your poem is simply mind-blowing&lt;br /&gt;You go girl, just keep on rocking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1836/1836533n8u6005n6d.gif" width="130" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-3022937055344599397?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3022937055344599397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3022937055344599397' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3022937055344599397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3022937055344599397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/05/title-art-of-fast-poem-writing-part-1.html' title='Title : Art of fast poem writing - part 1 ,                                            Tag line : Nenu kavini kaadu annavadini cheppu tho kodataanu :P'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3655704733314774449</id><published>2010-04-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:45:47.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen City....King size memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="400" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f802e7efc11e307a" 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://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df802e7efc11e307a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B98DCAB2812F29D2E3C3C3AFBBEBAC2E0756964.25E307310C3D41E240BAF3FCEF1A1B222BFF545C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df802e7efc11e307a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D32SYGY8Qdqo7ty9bSZo668revfU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="450" height="400" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df802e7efc11e307a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188927%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B98DCAB2812F29D2E3C3C3AFBBEBAC2E0756964.25E307310C3D41E240BAF3FCEF1A1B222BFF545C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df802e7efc11e307a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D32SYGY8Qdqo7ty9bSZo668revfU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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He is the one! "....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Starting from their very first phone conversation to their weekly picasa album link :P.....her blushings to his witty statements to their silly fights and patchups.......his weekly pittsburgh trips to her anxious waits.....their innovative gift ideas to their lovely pics..... every single thing about this relation has brought me immense happiness.....for the fact that the princess has finally found her prince!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Having known Ramya for as long as 10 yrs, I can confidently say that I have not seen her this happy ever in life....n I sincerely wish and seriously warn kranthi that it is his responsibility to keep her this happy throughout your lives ;)).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;May god bless both of you ...may you share everything with each other (including the household work :P hehe).....may u both keep smiling and loving each other till the end of times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Finally here goes the toast :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To the bride so radiant and fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To the groom so intelligent and rare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To their wedding...and the wonderful pair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To all the love that is in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To all the invitees who just need to sit n stare! :P (koi aur line jaa nahi rahi thi :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wish you a happy married life and a lifetime filled with happiness and love !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6289278164022950953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6289278164022950953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/03/their-story-my-version.html' title='Their story - My version ! :)'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/S7GOySdfoDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5kug8OCWfwQ/s72-c/ramyakranthi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-7743863802398058975</id><published>2010-02-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:29:45.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/207/207886wyf8s5ujz3.jpg" width="96" height="96" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-7743863802398058975?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/7743863802398058975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=7743863802398058975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/7743863802398058975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/7743863802398058975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2010/02/climb.html' title='The Climb !!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-8257400298639511913</id><published>2009-12-31T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:30:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 2010 !!! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guyzzz!!! 2010 is finally here..&lt;br /&gt;Now! Now is the time to make new resolutions.....&lt;br /&gt;(next week, we can take them light as usual :P ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my resolutions for 2010 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the opportunity of paying income tax :P&lt;br /&gt;To not experience another summer/winter in Cincinnati!! :P&lt;br /&gt;To try to stay within budget! ( whose budget? :P)&lt;br /&gt;To control on chocolates, cakes and icecreams....Seriously Honestly Truly madly Deeply !! :P&lt;br /&gt;To wear my new clothes atleast 3 times before I start getting bored of them! :P&lt;br /&gt;To try to restrict the usage of :P smiley in writing job cover letters! :P&lt;br /&gt;To try not to bore my advisor with the same excuses for missing the deadlines. Will think of more innovative ones. :P&lt;br /&gt;To check my emails only 10-15 times a day :P&lt;br /&gt;To try to figure out why I really need 6 e-mail addresses :P&lt;br /&gt;To make sure I send the mails without forgetting the attachments!&lt;br /&gt;To stop getting depressed about how no-one cares to send me emails! :P&lt;br /&gt;To try to remember taking quarters before goin all the way down to the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;To publish a paper on "What all things can go wrong in a research work!"&lt;br /&gt;To stop wondering if indeed the world ll end in 2012 ! :P&lt;br /&gt;To start wondering if indeed i ll get a job in 2010 ! :P&lt;br /&gt;To try not to wear the same set of clothes the next day just coz noone seemed to notice me :P.&lt;br /&gt;To watch "Shawshank Redemption" once more and try to figure out why I dont think it deserves to be the No.1 Movie.&lt;br /&gt;To do a practical research on "why girls like shopping" :P&lt;br /&gt;To drink less of juice and more of water.&lt;br /&gt;To stop taking crocin for every damn thing. :P&lt;br /&gt;To stop spelling friends as "freinds" :P&lt;br /&gt;To not see any horror movie featuring a small girl in a white frock sitting silently and singing songs !&lt;br /&gt;To try not to be too imaginative in figuring out the shadows on the wall at night !&lt;br /&gt;To try to wake up after atleast 3 snoozes of alarm.&lt;br /&gt;To stop expecting a package even if I had not ordered anything :P&lt;br /&gt;To try to cook without disarming the smoke alarm :P.&lt;br /&gt;To sleep continuosly for 36 hrs ! :)&lt;br /&gt;To stop getting frustrated about only 450 day time minutes and start rejoicing for free atnt-atnt minutes :P.&lt;br /&gt;To stop looking at Linda Goodman love compatibility with every crush I have ! :P&lt;br /&gt;To stop wondering about what my last name would be after my marriage :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats it for now.....Have a happy and prosperous new year....:))&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the New Year 2010 and another chance for all of us to get things right !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1201/1201450h0udzghqza.gif" width="90" height="90" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-8257400298639511913?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/8257400298639511913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=8257400298639511913' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8257400298639511913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8257400298639511913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/12/mission-2010.html' title='Mission 2010 !!! :))'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-1676070179339058169</id><published>2009-12-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:35:33.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation available here ! :P</title><content type='html'>The best motivational song I've ever heard.....believe me, it truly inspires us :)).....The lyrics are jus amazing....&lt;br /&gt;" You've got to want it from the bottom of your heart...&lt;br /&gt;  You've got to give it everything you've got....&lt;br /&gt;  You've got to live it and never let it goo...&lt;br /&gt;  Give yourself completely - body, mind and soul ..&lt;br /&gt;  You gotto believe in yourself !! :)))) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: May b I shud use this for my diet program :P :))....Motivation getting loaded !! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/558/558262b0he20icne.gif" width=96 height=19 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5Vp57T8eMI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5Vp57T8eMI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just luhhvvedd the song,the lyrics and the passion associated with it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/857/857648qvtgfdul1e.gif" width=106 height=134 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-1676070179339058169?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/1676070179339058169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=1676070179339058169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1676070179339058169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1676070179339058169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Motivation available here ! :P'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-8095101504114051396</id><published>2009-11-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:11:28.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>Someone rightly said ..&lt;br /&gt;" Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n I say...&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty years frm now, you wudnt b disappointed by the things u did, coz if were really disappointed, ur moment of truth wont take 20 yrs 2 materialise!! :P :P "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe :).....but On a serious note, I Just Luuhhhhhhvvvvvvvvv the quote !!!!:))).....Truly one of my Favourites !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/567/567264q081as96la.gif" width=90 height=90 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-8095101504114051396?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/8095101504114051396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=8095101504114051396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8095101504114051396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8095101504114051396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-603315054635022223</id><published>2009-11-18T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:30:28.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johny Johny Reloaded!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johny Johny&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;Still in college&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;Any motivation&lt;br /&gt;No papa&lt;br /&gt;Many Tensions&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;Thesis done&lt;br /&gt;No papa&lt;br /&gt;Bad job market&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;India plans&lt;br /&gt;No papa&lt;br /&gt;Missing home&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;credit balances&lt;br /&gt;Yes papa&lt;br /&gt;When r u graduating?&lt;br /&gt;HaHaHa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/725/725451hqye09hovg.gif" width="110" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-603315054635022223?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/603315054635022223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=603315054635022223' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/603315054635022223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/603315054635022223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/11/johny-johny-reloaded.html' title='Johny Johny Reloaded!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2534969461662402534</id><published>2009-11-05T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:30:47.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the so called right-marriagable-age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. What should you do when&lt;br /&gt;You have met this guy......who is jus perfect for you.......u jus cnt help wondering hw much u both r meant to be made for each other......u r glad that after the long wait, THE guy has finally landed in your life.......you are sure that he is THE ONE......u cant ask for more.....the spark in his eyes, his cute smile, his attitude, the right tinge of intelligence u wanted, the right amount of sense of humour u wished for, the sensibility u asked for, n the obvious list of understanding, love, care everything, everything.........what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;His presence makes you feel so beautiful......u can see the world in his eyes.......you can be just yourself with him.....your life seems so worthwhile when you are with him.......you hav jus found the love of your life.......what should u do?&lt;br /&gt;The best part, he loves you as well.......you are together not because you HAVE to be together but coz you WANT to be together.......what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: You should WAKE UP !!!&lt;br /&gt;Sucha thing can happen only in dreams....sucha guy never exists.....even if he does, he must be either commited/married/ Just born :P :P.......n even if he is still single, he might never find u......&lt;br /&gt;So Baby....its hightime......time to give up on the dreams......time to end the loong wait......time to quit from the hope of a fairy-tale-like-love-story to find you......time for giving parents a chance to decide for you.......time to rely on the Fate and Luck to work out things for you...&lt;br /&gt;Arranged marriage is soo much a game of luck......to that matter, any marriage love/arranged is.....&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh!! Seems soo scary......but it happens to everyone......so should be fine......hopefullyy.....&lt;br /&gt;Goshhh, Why am I freaking out soo much!! :(......may b its about marrrying and spending my life with a complete stranger!!.......the sound of the sentence itself is soo scary.....&lt;br /&gt;Or may b I m unnecessarily being soo paranoid.......may b its really the way it ought to be.......may b my prince is jus on the way :P :P.......may b marriage is where v were destined to meet :))......&lt;br /&gt;Aahh...Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;Picture abhi baki hai mere dost ;))....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: Blog written in 15 min....n that explains the size of the blog :P&lt;br /&gt;PS 2: I will soon write a blog on advantages of arranged marriages :P......doing kinda research on it :P......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/150/150272oqb4bui157.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2534969461662402534?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2534969461662402534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2534969461662402534' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2534969461662402534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2534969461662402534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-so-called-right-marriagable-age.html' title='At the so called right-marriagable-age'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-5674587461772660525</id><published>2009-08-14T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:15:33.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fling !! ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok! For the uninitiated i had been working part-time at the Dept of Environmental Health for the past 1.5 yrs :O.....woww! I am gaining experience ( apart from weight ofcourse :P):)) :P.....anyway so what exactly do i do ?......well! I do filing, I run SAP reports, I do monthly reconciliation, I make sure that classified documents reach where they are supposed to safely,etc etc :P.....Note: Going into minute details would reveal the exact quality and nature of work :P....ok so lets not divert from the topic...So...part of my work involves shifting the old files to the basement ....n here, I am expected to spend smetime describing the basement and its absorbing features....So, like alllll basements :P , this basement is on the floor below the ground floor :P :P.....I hate going 2 the basement for the following reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. There is no phone coverage there :P.&lt;br /&gt;2. The lift!!..Did i tel u my lift does a 'buididipi-buididipi" jig of the ketchup song, wenever it stops!!&lt;br /&gt;3. N hey..wats wid the sound d lift makes wen it reaches the floor!, Oh my god, its soo loud tht u wish the floor doesnt come at all :P.&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, the lift sound isnt soo noticable on other floors but on reaching the basement the speaker consumes its entire battery i guess :P.&lt;br /&gt;5. When the lift doors open, u ll start feeling so lonely n deserted n scared :(. Coz all u see is old crap n old files n closed and locked doors.&lt;br /&gt;6. the worst fear is tht if anyone comes ther and tries to misbehave, u r jus helpless!!....coz shouting wnt help at all....its soo meloncholy!&lt;br /&gt;Ok So enough about its description...wt i got to know TODAY is tht, one of the rooms in the basement used to be a MORGUE !!! :OOOO....&lt;br /&gt;Oh My god, I have no words!!!......it feels like the bed on which i m sleeping everyday used to be a coffin smetime back :P.....&lt;br /&gt;But seriously it isnt funny at alll :((((((((........i can still feel the chill down my spine !!&lt;br /&gt;I can recall all those moments i used to go ther and work in the dull dim light...smetimes even the bulb went out n with all my guts &lt;n&gt;used to come out of the dark room.....Oh My God! How did i do all that with an Ex-Morgue just beside me!!!....I can only thank god for not giving me ideas of putting the files in THAT room :P....But seriously I m feeling veryy irritated and damnn frustated and soooooo annoyed !! (nw plz dnt judge my eng grammer with this sentence :P....a sentence has to be either grammatically correct or emotionally correct :P....but hey, "I love you" can SOMETIMES be both :P)....anyway I am irritated coz How on earth did i work HERE for 1.5 yrs not knwing this fact (Keen readers will observe that i am writing this right from my work place...i.e just 2 floors above the Morgue , i mean the Ex-Morgue :P.).....hw did i not pickup any signs/signals which i hav seen in soo many moviesss :P....like the basement being soo dark n meloncholy n lift nt being stable n the soo very loud sound of the lift and how the heroine has to go ther all alone :P, Isnt it sooo very obvious tht ther is smeting supernaural! :P :P, n My dumb brain never got it!! :P......&lt;br /&gt;The thing is i am nt scared of ghosts but i am scared of my thoughts abt ghosts....thanks to all the horror movies i saww :(((....."What if" is THE word.......&lt;br /&gt;What if i am in that room and the door gets automatically locked! :O&lt;br /&gt;what if i am working in that room all alone smeone puts a hand on my shoulder from the back! :O&lt;br /&gt;What if i am in the room and i find out tht smeone is sitting in the corner of the room :O&lt;br /&gt;What if i heard some sobbing sounds from the adjacent room....i.e the actual ROOM :P&lt;br /&gt;What if i am in the room and some one knocks on the door :P&lt;br /&gt;What if i find a deadbody in the room :O&lt;br /&gt;What if someone grabs my leg suddenly :P&lt;br /&gt;What if i Actually see a ghost! :O&lt;br /&gt;And.. What if I AM the ghost ? ( Whr did this come from :P )...&lt;br /&gt;Ohk! The answers to all those 'what if' Qs is identical...n tht wud be that my heart wud suddenly stop and that room wud become an actual morgue !....i m no kidding, I am actually a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot more scared of these stuff than sky diving /bungie jumping/ thesis work :P...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think the blog is getting too long....n considering the fact that "Lengthy posts" being the ONLY complaint about my blogs :P, i hav decided to stop right here.....(plz note that extensive use of ":P" cannot be considered as a complaint.....Ofcourse there is no reason for it, its jus my blog policy :P)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! Totally forgot abt the blog title.......How else would i get u ppl to read this boring post ?!!! :P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/59/59181n7qf8w7zcu.gif" width="108" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-5674587461772660525?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/5674587461772660525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=5674587461772660525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/5674587461772660525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/5674587461772660525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-fling.html' title='What a fling !! ;))'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-7633516663387032596</id><published>2009-08-04T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:59:33.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Rakshabandhan :)</title><content type='html'>H&lt;b&gt;elped you take your first steps,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escorted you to the kindergarten,&lt;br /&gt;Complained against the students who fought with you,&lt;br /&gt;Waited for you during the lunch reccess,&lt;br /&gt;Feeded you food (Once u even ended up chocking i guess :P),&lt;br /&gt;Played with you all your stupid favorite games :P,&lt;br /&gt;Sang songs to put u to sleep :),&lt;br /&gt;Wrote u letters whenever v fought ;),&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied you most of the times,&lt;br /&gt;Just bcoz i promised mom,&lt;br /&gt;That i will take care of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught you the subjects during your exams,&lt;br /&gt;Scolded you when your preparation was bad (u remember kada :P),&lt;br /&gt;Gave you list of important Qs for exams ;),&lt;br /&gt;Explained some difficult chapters and made them look soo easy :P :P,&lt;br /&gt;Helped you overcome the tension b4 the exams,&lt;br /&gt;Helped you overcome the tension after the exams :P,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guided you in the right direction whenever u had a problem,&lt;br /&gt;Helped you in making important decisions in life,&lt;br /&gt;Helped you to the best of my ability,&lt;br /&gt;Just bcoz i promised dad,&lt;br /&gt;That i ll be your guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your partner in all the crime :P,&lt;br /&gt;Gave you wtever u asked for,&lt;br /&gt;Saw all the sci-fi movies with you,&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around with you,&lt;br /&gt;Had the most wonderful time with you,&lt;br /&gt;Shared everything with you , including your chocolates :P&lt;br /&gt;Allowed you to drive my Activa :P,&lt;br /&gt;Allowed you to use my textbuks :P,&lt;br /&gt;Always accompanied you in everything you did,&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to dad on ur behalf for anything u wanted,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just coz i promised you,&lt;br /&gt;never to deprive you of anything u want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt the pain when u had a wound,&lt;br /&gt;Felt the tension when you were writing the exam,&lt;br /&gt;Felt most happy when you were successful,&lt;br /&gt;Felt sleepless when you were ill,&lt;br /&gt;Felt the anxiety when you had a problem,&lt;br /&gt;Felt most elated when you grew tall :P,&lt;br /&gt;Felt worried when you drove fast,&lt;br /&gt;Felt proud when everyone appreciated you,&lt;br /&gt;Felt miserable when you were not around,&lt;br /&gt;Felt ecstacy when you smiled :)&lt;br /&gt;Just coz i promised myself&lt;br /&gt;To love you more than anyone in this world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ever since i held u in my arms&lt;br /&gt;as my little baby brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy rakshabandhan ra sweeetuuuuuuuuu :)))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;UMMAAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/SnkCcBudOfI/AAAAAAAAASE/pJwH4HzaP30/s400/rakshabandhan_happy2.jpg" style="float:left; 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Having to watch the saas-bahu serials in which the characters r approximately of the same age though i grew fm inter to MS. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You take 1hr to reach the railway station from tarnaka and your friend reaches dayton from cincinnati b4 u ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What do i say about the roads......There is almost always some construction work goin on to make the roads better.....n after months of work, one rain and Whew! Starts the work again :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I jus cant imagine life without 'WALK' signals to cross the road :P :P....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Crimes just happen.....So does the criminal get punished? Yaa, He ll definetely die his natural dealth :P, Didnt u read the story "God sees the truth, but waits" ? :P.......Oh! Then what about criminal justice?? Ah! Just forget it! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Politics......No words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Days of recession....the word "Weekend" no more exists in the 'working class' dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Examinations.....i care a damn abt hw much u knw, all i need is hw many pages u write! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No washing machines, No dish washers, No vending machines, No "push button to open" doors, no heaters, no a/cs,no escalators, no elevators..hehehe....koncham over ayindi kada :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No respect for women.....women r still considered lesser mortals and less intelligent......little do they knw that even the girls r capable of studying in top colleges like Osmania University :))) (Ohhkk, My bro is studying in IIM....but thats different :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No traffic sense.....senselessly nonsense traffic.......esp during traffic jams, ppl jus cannot resist even 1cm gap between their vehicle and the one ahead....which leads to even more traffic jam....so its a viscious circle u knw :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lancham Lancham Lancham Lancham (4 times enduku anena doubt? :P.....emotion kosam bey ! :P).....bribe is present anywhere everywhere.......worst of all is the bride bribe (Dowry i mean :P)( But the give-n-take rules of bribing dont apply here....this is a give-n-give thing :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sloggin like a dog from 8am - 6pm will earn you as much as a parttime job in US ll earn :((.....So the obvious reason why ppl r migrating abroad is money money n money :P.....(Whoever said money cannot buy happiness, simply dint knw where to go shopping :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Being 24, to me, staying in India is as gud as getting married :P :P.....but i want some more time to earn, enjoy, live my life, be independent blah blah blah :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;In US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Having to say "I am doing good , how are you doin?" , all in 2 secs b4 the person is far enuf not to hear you :P.....i jus dnt understand why ppl here ask a Q when they anyway dnt intend to wait for the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Life being controlled by bullshit rules and lawsuits....To me it appears like "anyone can sue anyone for almost anything" :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So serene....so peaceful...so boring! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Classrooms r more or less your ur living room...during the class u can eat, drink, sleep and even stretch your legs onto ur table!.......Hellooowwwww! You are facing your teacher....give him some respect!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having to think of all possible evil plans of maintaining your visa status :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cannot buy a cute skirt+smart top+pretty handbag+ funky earrings+ nice bracelet for just 10$ ( Rs 500).:(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I hate the ppl at the rec center (gym) :P.....How the hell do they run for 1 hr at a speed of 6 when i am almost like catching my last breath at a speed of 4 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; An american food court....almost a fresh vegetable shop....u basically pay arnd 10$ for having raw tomatos, raw potatos, raw apples, raw bananas ,pizza and bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No bargaining :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Life sucks without a car....Ofcourse ther r buses, but it stops JUST 54 times between my house n the nearest Walmart :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Not having to eat pani puri, mirch bajji, aalu bonda , chicken soft noodles, samosa chat, chicken drumsticks,apolo fish, rasmalai, butter paneer masala, kalakand, hot jilebi, veg corn soup, masala dosa, sambar idli....hey wait!, Shudnt this reason top the list ?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only 450 Daytime minutes??....WHAT THE HECK!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credit History my foot!!! :P...(Owing to the 2 late payment fees of 30$ each and 1 overlimit fees of 40$ :O )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Not lucky enuf to attend sister's wedding, friend's engagement, brother's birthday, parent's anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; No Mom :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/780/780920wevc3spomh.gif" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-3799442152020988033?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3799442152020988033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3799442152020988033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3799442152020988033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3799442152020988033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-reasonsindia-vs-us.html' title='15 reasons.....India Vs US'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-1489977149925376322</id><published>2009-07-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:56:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 drops of water :P</title><content type='html'>Check out the video to understand the concept behind the painting :P&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy: Telugu Movie 'King' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/SlUyDSibMFI/AAAAAAAAARs/LsI7ULR3MyI/s1600-h/3drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt; Arpita :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last movie seen in a theatre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aaahhhh! Bad Q to start with.....it was "Obsessed".......total crap.......it was soo boring that i would have preferred orkutting for those 2 hrs, juhhhssstt imagine!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What book are you reading?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish i could delete this Q :P......this Q felt better when i was writing down slambuks in school/inter days :)....anyway, i m planning on reading Fountain head by Ayn Rand....n i will hopefully complete it by the deadline i.e Dec 21st, 2012 atleast (for the uninformed, thts nt a random date...try 'Bing'ing :P......Heloooooowwww, google is out, BING is inn :P....try it out :)))....n BTW whether i believe in this 2012 thingie is immaterial for now :P :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite board game:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That would be chess :))...owing to the number of certificates i have on file :D....but heyyy! Dont ask me the number of participants :P....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite magazine:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chandamama...but tht was long back.....n it has been my fav till now!....obviously coz i dnt read any lately :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite smells:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;well...ther r many like the smell of wet soil after the first rain, petrol, the perfume my boss wears and i never dared to ask her :P, new books, fresh paint, cakes, chicken biryani, chicken curry, fish pulusu etc etc..... ohkk lets forget food for now :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite sound:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;music :)....n the one i hate would be the sound of my alarm :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Worst feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the terrible,horrible,miserable feeling of missing home :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"what the hell !!!" :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite fast food place:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"China Town" in Habsiguda.....but ofcourse ther is more of cornflour than chicken :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Future child’s name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Too soon to think :)....n anyway i shudnt decide it alone, right ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. I would start a company n ll recruit myself :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Sponsor flight tickets for Indian homesick students studying abroad :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Need i mention shopping? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Sponsor research for bedbugs extermination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Will bribe Indian Prime Minister to stop corruption :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. Would start a chain of pani puri stalls in US :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;okay..ll think about the rest after i have the money :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you drive fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I drive safe :D......Dint that answer the Q? :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yaa..a bunny, i call him "mittu" :D...so mudduga 'mittu gadu' ana mata :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Storms - Cool or Scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Snow storms r cool, wind storms r scary...simple :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh ya.....but do i like them? No.......then y do i eat them? Puhhllezzz dnt get me started with all the healthy nutritive diet plan thingie :P :P.....do i knw for sure that it is healthy? No....then y do i think so? Coz anything horribly tasting and difficult to eat is healthy n has less calories :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;copper brown....n i m soon gonna do it :).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bhopal, Ramagundam, Hyderabad and Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite sports to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wrong Q!......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Smart, cute and lively :)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What’s under your bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This Q scares me owing to the innumerable horror movies i saw....since i was a kid i was scared to look under my bed....i always felt like someone was under it...n always got scared to death to check it out...anyways i dnt feel this anymore coz i dnt hav a bed now :)....but now i have the same feeling towards my closet :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would you like to be born as yourself again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Doubtaaa?? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Morning person or night owl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Definetly not a morning person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite place to relax:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At Home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite pie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sweetie-Pie....Thts what i cal my bro :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Butterscotch with hot fudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, so i pass this tag to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;color:#810541;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramya, shaila, &lt;a href="http://jus-tryin.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt; sahiti &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, priya, &lt;a href="http://she-met-him.blogdrive.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt; rohini &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/433/433965qzur0la2nd.gif" width="100" border="0" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-1142111443513665823?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/1142111443513665823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=1142111443513665823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1142111443513665823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/1142111443513665823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4162625025361887199</id><published>2009-06-05T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:45:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats so bugging about it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I couldn’t believe I was actually driving to Las Vegas with my friends….. It was one of my must-visit-places of US but I dint expect this to be so soon….. Exciting it was indeed….Cincinnati never really gave a feel of USA :P…..so I was hoping to find the feeeel in LasVegas atleast ;)…..Reached there by 3pm…..we were staying at my friend’s place…..lucky tht I made friends with her :P…….after getting fresh and having sme food, we set out to explore the city….it was already night and the city looked awesome with the marvelous buildings and the lights…...felt like US of A ;)……the obvious place to visit was a casino…..after some research and debate on which casino to select we finally decided on one……though others were keen to go to another one, somehow I wanted this one….some six sense I guess….some feeling tht this place is calling me types :P..........as we entered, it felt like v hav entered a new world…..casino is a place which can a bit overwhelming for the first timers….n all of us were there for the first time….being students (by grace of recession :P) we decided not to stay inside for much long :)……coz the temptation of a gambling is well known….we started playing and it was indeed interesting n exciting….till v started losing :P……after reaching the limit which I set for myself I stopped playing further……there came the announcement of the jackpot…..n I choose to play for it…..i somehow knew I was gonna win it …..it was a strange feeling as though I started knwing the future….the feeling wasn’t tough to handle coz the results were supposedly be out in 5 more mins…..so the truth of my forecast will be known in mere minutes…..but the only thing which disturbed me the most was , what if I really win it?.....the jackpot was worth 50 million dollars…..n i wasn’t even sure how many zeros it has :P…...what will i do with soo much of money, i wondered.......it was the wheel of fortune game….the ball rolls 7 times and all the stops have to match the corresponding digit of the number u bid……miraculously the first 6 digits matched my bid……..n the ball started rolling…n rolling n rolling…….the feeling was simply the feeling :P….i mean it cnt be put to words :P….the fear, the anxiousness, the tension, the excitement……hmmm no more excitement actually :P…..it was complete tension n fear ……...i was almost close to a nervous breakdown :P………..riding the diamond back at kings island felt much better :P ……n the ball finally stoppeddd….n I cud hardly believe my eyesss…..the number was indeed 3 and I actually won 50 million dollars…..words failed me….it was as if I suddenly became dumb like in movies :P…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“ouuchhhhhhhhhh” I shouted…..n slapped my leg…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Involuntarily my eyes got opened to find a bed bug dead between my palm and leg…..only to realize how bugging the bed bugs can be to spoil one of your favourite dreamsss :P :P…..how much I wished I could see what I did after owing soo much money :P….may b I wud have bought the skirt I soo much liked during my last week shopping :P…..but could not buy it coz students cannot (shouldnot :P ) spend soo much for a skirt……money is indeed important for life I thought :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok so the intention of this blog is to let out my frustration on bed bugs….n I wasn’t doing a gud job till now :P coz I hardly mentioned them…..i want them to know how much I HATE them…I really do…..i never hated anyone this much in my life :P (so far :P).....the innumerable sleepless ichy nights.....the rashes after the bites......the iritating feeling while it bites.......aahhhhhh, makes life miserable......bugs can really be soooo bugging :((......they r like omnipresent in my house :P......starting new families almost everywhere......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beg bugs come in various sizes n shapes......n i m unfortunate enuf to witness all the stages of a bed bug's life cycle :P.......n the first of the life cycle is the most bugging bug.....coz it is almost invisible......so u cnt see it, but u can definetly feeeel it ...i mean after the bite :P.......nowadays i am damn scared of darkness, not bcoz of fear of ghosts (as earlier :P) but because of these little irrittating frustating bugging creatures.....i knw they help me stay awake when i have projects due for submission :P.....but still, i cant giveup my sleep for any damn thing......n i hate them to the CORE for what they do to me every day :((.....they really suck!!.....may b i am soo sweeet tht they jus luv my blood, but its not my mistake u knw :P :P....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting rid of bed bugs is sucha painful and hysterical process.....you are supposed to laundry allllllll of your clothes and bedsheets.......clean the matress and spray the bug spray......n the bug spray feels soo poisonous tht i myself feel giddy when spraying it.....n STILLLL it hardly seems to have affected these stupid bugs......coz even after this entire process they still seem to be hale and healthy :P.....they r back with a bang the same night :(((......last month my schedule evry night was to get up every 1 hr for every real or imaginary itch on my body, only to find atleast 4 big bugs on my comforter......kill them.....n again go back to sleep with a sense of achievement :P.....but recently the microscopic invisible bugs population tuk a leap and so i could hardly see them forget abt killing them......we reported the problem to our house owner and he arranged for an extermination......n i was really hoping for a miracle tht all of them wud jus disappear from our house.....no more sleepless ichy nights i thought......the extermination was yday afternoon and i was indeed happy to go back to sleep aloneeee :P ( i mean i dnt need to share my bed and comforter with anyone anymore!!! :P)......i was happily sleeping.....untill 4 am....when i was forced to get up......only to find 7 bugs on my comforter again !!!!!.......Wat the heck!!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just cant put my hatred towards them in words.....i hate them so much tht i feel happy by killing them :P......they r such coward creatures :P....they attack when i m asleep.....shame on them :P.....they dont come out in day light.....they r backstabbing creatures who cant face the enemy directly :P.....they sleep on my bed, they live in my house n instead of being grateful for all this, they feed on my blood !!!......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sleep is smething i love the most n i cannot afford to lose it for anyone.....esp its intolerable if its for these undeserving and ugly looking creatures....but then ther is no way out :((.......they proved their potent....extermination was my last resort......n they survived it.....n now i have to make my own plans......like working on thesis all night everyday and sleep at 6am :P :P ( sleeping at 6am isnt funny but working on thesis indeed is :P )......or may b i shud sleep in the hall on the couch( without the a/c :( ....its bad idea.).....or may b i shud take a sleeping bag to my lab n sleep ther :P....n if my advisor finds me even sleeping in the lab , she ll b imprssed.....or may b horrified :P.....coz the pace of my thesis work doesnt even remotely match working hard soo much :D.......or may b i shud drink some grape juice or cough syrup ( substitute of alcohol for girls :P) and sleep soundly......hmmm i dnt knw but i have to find a way out.....i dnt want to impair my precious sleep and wonderful dreams for these bugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since i was a child, i beileved that every life form on this earth should be respected....but after my experiences with the bed bugs, i added an exception to it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3274228777044871794</id><published>2009-03-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:34:20.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYWAY</title><content type='html'>People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Be good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;People need help but will attack you if you help them.&lt;br /&gt;Help them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, it is between you and God.&lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway&lt;br /&gt;           - by Mother Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yashu added :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give ur brother cuitie gifts but U may not get any from him.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Care for your brother but He might be cruel enough to talk very less.&lt;br /&gt;CARE for him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Love ur brother all u can but U may not probably see his love.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I may live my own life at this horrible place but Still be my twin soul sister.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I cant live without you anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-3274228777044871794?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3274228777044871794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3326386704305791156</id><published>2009-01-29T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:46:13.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about my Rocky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;PS (PreScript): The more jobless i get, the more crap appears in my  writings....so read at your own risk :P&lt;br /&gt;((Disclaimer ante common ga untadani PreScript ani use chesa :D  :P........Creativity just rocks ya :P :P))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;disclaimer&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to write about Rocky in this blog....how can i  describe him...he has been my best friend since i came to cincinnati....i jus  cant imagine life without him.....cal it addiction/love/attraction or  anything....but i simply love him and i am not afraid to confess that i really  cant live without him....its hard to imagine life without rocky.....&lt;br /&gt;Rocky is  none other than my laptop :))......&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's name is Rocky....most of you  might not be aware of this....actually none of you are aware of this....becoz i  named it jus a few minutes back :P :P.....&lt;br /&gt;Well! There are reasons why i  named my darling laptop as Rocky....&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for naming my darling laptop  as Rocky are : (&lt;/disclaimer&gt;Reminds me of my school days where i used to repeat the question again in the  answer jus to fill the pages :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;disclaimer&gt;&lt;reminds&gt;1. It is as hard  as Rock :P&lt;br /&gt;2. It plays Rock very well :P :P (&lt;/reminds&gt;&lt;/disclaimer&gt;I mean the sound system is better than other laptops and definetely louder and  better than HP :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;disclaimer&gt;&lt;reminds&gt;3.  Its processor is made from Silicon Rock :P :P (&lt;/reminds&gt;&lt;/disclaimer&gt;After all i am a VLSI engineer :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;disclaimer&gt;&lt;reminds&gt;4. And the main and imp reason is that " It simple ROCKSSSSSSS  " yaaar :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend named her laptop as "puppy"....and she calls it  lappy puppyy.....sooo cutee kada :)))......i soo much liked it that i also  wanted to copy it.......i mean lappyy puppyyy ante entha cuteeeee undi.....but  then, my laptop is unique.....NA dell vostro 1400 ante entha unique....how can  it share its name with anyone !! :P......Dell people also realized the  uniqueness of my laptop and stopped manufacturing more of vostro 1400s :D ( sme  ppl say its bcoz the model is a flop one :P....but then its based on perception  u c :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 16 months since it is with me......it has been with me  during thick and thin ( That is an English proverb :P....dnt ask me when were  you thin?? ani :P :P ).....it has seen me laugh...it has seen my tears....it  knws hw much i missed home....it knows how much i worked hard for my studies :P  (It KNOWS....ohh noooo :P ).....it knws what songs i like....it knows what pics  i see often.....it knows everthing about me.....n it has been with me all the  time....aahhhh!! Its really my best friend :)).....Those of you in India may not  understand what a laptop means to a MS student......you may nt understand the  intensity of this blog....but It really is difficult to imagine grad life in US  without it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine untill dec 08....then started  troubleee.....when my laptop was entered by "Sinowal Trojan".....everything went  haywire.....I trusted McAfee but it failed to protect my Rocky....even the  windows explorer failed to work.....i couldnt do anything on it....it was then  when i realized what it means to me.......the only option was to format and  install everything again.....i installed XP.....and then installed all the  required drivers, and softwares (msoffice, adobe,jdk, eclipse, picasa3,perl, mason,  devcpp, java3d etc etc &lt;for&gt;)&lt;/for&gt;&lt;/reminds&gt;&lt;/disclaimer&gt;(for my thesis ree :P)&lt;disclaimer&gt;&lt;reminds&gt;&lt;for&gt;......but then it became  damnnn slow......i mean one click used to take jus several hundreds of  seconds......n then i realized that my rocky was supposed have only 1 soul :P  (operating system)......it was made for Vista and i am not supposed to change  it.....after realizing the hard truth, i agaiin formatted and reinstalled vista  and again reinstalled the drivers and again reinstalled all the softwares  .....abbabaaba chala chirrakku vachindi antha process ayye sariki.......n in the  process i dnt knw where i went wrong but then started the startup problem......n  no solution available for startup repair......i mean hw can i go wrong in  installing an operating system from a given cd.....i dnt think i am soo dumb  that i cant even do sucha simple thing properly :P.....anyway so wtever the  reason was, i had to do the series of installations  AGAIN :((.......n NOWW  finally its all working fine :D....(n this incident gave me motivation to  register for Operating Systems Course :P)....&lt;/for&gt;&lt;/reminds&gt;&lt;/disclaimer&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway thru this blog i jus wanted to let my laptop knw hw much i love it  ani :D.....except tht last night the key "Enter" stopped working :P  :P.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Actually asalu ee blog tho wt did i want to convey  ani meeku doubt ravachu  :P :P.......ABBBBBAAAAA CHAAAA , edo okati convey chesthe tappa chadavara  enti???? :P :P....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ayinaa kanii i want to convey a msg to my readers......my readers anta :P  :P.....edo pedda novelist laga :P.....ok so the message is tht there are  negatives in everyone/everything we love, so we shud accept them as they are and  still love them the same :)......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blog ki message ki connection ae ledu anukunte mee kharma :P...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-3326386704305791156?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3326386704305791156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3326386704305791156' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3326386704305791156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3326386704305791156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-about-my-rocky.html' title='A blog about my Rocky...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6512719960028507367</id><published>2009-01-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:53:54.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My musings right now....</title><content type='html'>30min more for todays job shift to get over…..n I m in no mood to do anything…….&lt;br /&gt;Staying invisible on gtalk isn’t interesting anyday……..orkut had become boring long back….&lt;br /&gt;So here I am writing down whatall is running in my mind right now…….&lt;br /&gt;Giving a proper order to thoughts is an ordeal…..n I aint an exception to it…but still I ll try…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thesis…….well I had already written about abt my thesis woes and I always keep cribbing about how volatile my thesis topic is these days……I hope I ll soon get settled with a topic and thennn start my work…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The recession…….they say it’s the worst recession since past many decades…..wahh what a timing!!……I m close to graduation ( not soo close also :P) and recession hits the job market…..as much as top companies of my field (VLSI) like Intel and Qualcomm themselves are on complete hiring freeze....i seriously hope and pray and wish that things should recover soon….&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know soo many ppl lost jobs……hw much miserable it would bewhen you are handed a pink slip without even a prior notice of 1 day : (((……it would have been real difficult to work with no job security……for once I am glad I am still in school…..&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to understand this recession a lot….the sources, the pros and cons……I m very bad at economics and may b thts why I can never understand all this stuff…..but I still wonder if USA itself is in sucha bad stage, where exactly has all the money gone??......dnt start explaining that creation of virtual money concept, I already heard it but I never really exactly actually understood it :P :D…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. March is fast approaching….and so is my bday…..bdays have always been funn…..but not anymore……another birthday means u r another year older……n now, another year closer to marriage :P…..another year closer lo more responsibilities L(……&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed a lot…..since many years….. Few years ago, only 1 thought ruled my mind……tht I shud study……n top the class…..but that was my choice….it was not a compulsion…..&lt;br /&gt;But now….its a life full of responsibility…..full of self-evaluation…….Its my life now, n I am given the right to mould it as whatever I want it to be….i am completely independent now….&lt;br /&gt;I always craved for being independent….until I realized how difficult it is to be….....it needs lot of guts to blame urself when sme decision of yours goes wrong……you have to work hard to stand on your own feet……u hav no choice now…….you cant escape your selfconsciousness…….:(((…&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I dnt want to confuse you and confuse myself with all this psycological+mythological+philosophical stuff :P :P….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Becoming fat :P…..:D…well this had to be a part of my thoughts all the time…so it couldn’t escape this list :P….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Missing home…..well it aint fair that it came so down in the list……but thats the main thing I do all the time L(…..i really am……esp after sucha long trip to india……esp after sucha long trip full of family love, homely stay, moms food, nothing to do, lazy mornings, late nights, fun outings, friends meets, relatives affection, telugu movies in theatres, long drives on activa, well this list demands a spl blog altogether…….but esp when you gotto spend 3 months at home with no tensions in your mind, I swear those were the best days in my life…..i really cherish them to the core…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last but not the least….marraige tension :P…..i still cant believe that I ought to get married in a couple of years…..i mean, I still feel like a teenager :P :P……..how can I get married soo soon :P….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is not yet complete but my job shift is complete :P ……so I gotto leave…..thats it for now…c ya…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-6512719960028507367?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6512719960028507367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6512719960028507367' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6512719960028507367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6512719960028507367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-musings-right-now.html' title='My musings right now....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4139796540111021784</id><published>2009-01-05T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:14:26.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A forwarded story about Friendship...</title><content type='html'>Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out to bring his fallen comrade back."You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but don't think it will be worth it .Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away."The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway.Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench.The officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend." I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.""It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier."What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant."Your friend isdead.""Yes Sir," the soldier answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and Ihad the satisfaction of hearing him say.........................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;" Man...I knew you would come ! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-4139796540111021784?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/4139796540111021784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=4139796540111021784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4139796540111021784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4139796540111021784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2009/01/forwarded-story-about-friendship.html' title='A forwarded story about Friendship...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4177523870892688417</id><published>2008-07-10T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:30.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwab ho tho muzhko na jaga…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Staying home was never so enjoyable.... Cherishing every moment I spend here, every moment getting registered as a memory forever, every small move moving me so much…..all this for not being here for a period of around 10 months….really missed all this love….got to knw the value of ppl, places and feelings…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway this blog was not intended to express my feelings of being home after soo long( which seemed like an eon )…wil write abt it soon…..this is smething about the most happening thing of my life these days :)))))…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was on 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; that I landed here….n I suddenly became the busiest person of the universe…hard to believe but I cudnt take out time to even return calls/ make cals to most of my friends….yashu had recently got a nasal and tonsillitis surgery done and he was not in his usual FORM I would say…..n I was seriously missing my bro even though I was sitting right beside him :(((….he was not supposed to speak for a week and he suffered sucha bad pain during swallowing anything that he hardly ate anything :(((…purely surviving on liquid diet, he lost almost 8 kgs ( Giving me a brilliant idea to adopt for myself :P)…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had only a month n a half to spend with him……having many options, he decided to join Carniegie Mellon University, Adelaide……the classes will begin in August and so he had to start smewhr arnd aug10th……n he being so sick was the only sad part of my India trip….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sense of pride flows in me when I tell everyone that my bro got admitted into soo many Bschools..... He got cals from IIM Indore and IIM Kozicode, was waitlisted in IIM Indore, got admitted to MDI gurgaon, NITIE, all IITs....He even had job offers from CapGemini and Dell... But to him, the most appealing was admission into MSIT program of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Carnegie&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Mellon&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;..... CMU stands worlds no.1 for this program which is a blend of IT and Management. ...I was not very excited about it, may b coz its in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and may b coz it demanded a total cost of arnd 20L inspite of getting 50% tuition waiver.....MBA abroad is indeed costly I thought..... But since yashu seems very exicted about it, I dint intend to stop him..... But the fact that it was an intensive 1 yr course seemed to b bothering me a lot..... The courses appeared very demanding, which required sme knowhow of java and other IT stuff and that many other students joining with him were already experienced of arnd 3-5 yrs.....Yashu had no much programming experience before and suddenly away from home,have to cook for himself, I was worried if he will be able to manage all these or not..... And with the recent operation, I became very worried about his health.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the night of june 26&lt;sup&gt;th, &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in a general family discussion we started talking abt yashus classes and courses..... I put forth my point of view and surprisingly everyone seemed to be convinced and thus the decision of goin to CMU was at stake..... Even yashu was nt sure if he had opted for the correct choices among many gud ones..... But to him any other option was nt appealing enuf as worlds no. 1 university..... But at the same time spending so much was not appealing either..... So then he started considering other options..... He was reluctant to join any other Bschool coz he set a standard of IIM or higher in his mind and so all the BSchools went out of picture.... Then we considered MS in Univ of Florida but he dint seem interested in MS..... Finally the choice of joining Dell ws the only final resort..... The pay pack of 4.5L with posting location &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was more than enough to decide on it..... But in my mind I knew yashu was nt at al happy with the decision n I dint knw what to do..... I was feeling soo damn restless thinking about what could be the best choice among the ones v had. It was June 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; afternoon ..... It was when I slept, this happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our landline started ringing…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom picked up the cal….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone was asking about yashu…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As mumy was used to getting cals from Capgemini and Dell about when is he goin to join the company n all, she knew hw to deal with these cals….she informed that he had undergone an operation n so cant speak….she asked whts the matter…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said….he ws fm the admission office of IIM &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Indore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…..n tht yashu was offered admission…..n was asked to report and join on 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; July…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I woke up , I was told abt this news…..n I could hardly believe it……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had never heard/seen/experienced prayers being answered soo instantaneously…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The lyrics from a song never seems to apt “Zindagi ek pal mein sari, Yoon palat gayi hamari, Zhoot hai tho muzhko na bata….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was never this happy in my life….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knw what getting into an IIM is like……I knw how many ppl dream of this every year…..i knw what all it takes to sustain the same level of confidence thru all the stages starting from Cat Preperation to getting the admission letter…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the beginning I cud hardly believe that yashu is actually goin to b a student of IIM……as this fact is slowly getting into my head, so is the pride slowly getting into me for being his sister……I would not be this happy even if I had got this admission…..i wouldn’t have got it anyway( hehe all of u knw this anyway :)))) )…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I still cant believe that I had been living all these 20yrs with an IIM deserving candidate :P and the most funny part is that I always wondered how an IIM student looked like :P :P…..i really don’t knw hw much hard work he had put in to reach this stage coz I was busy doing my coursework in Cincinnati when all this was happening…..n yashu was busy here trying to prove that he can do well even without his sis :P…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I m nt sure hw great getting into an IIM really is, but to me it’s the greatest thing and most happiest thing that can happen to an MBA aspiring student…..to me it was like a distant dream to even think that yashu ll get into IIM as a fresher……may b its coz of the number of ppl attempting&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CAT every yr, or may b coz of the number of attempts many ppl give to be successful, or may b coz so many less seats are available for OC boys category, or may b coz this is the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; yr he is attempting CAT or may b coz he is not so bookwormish(hardworking :P….jus tht I dint want to say directly tht he isn’t hardworking :P) as I thot IIM admission demanded or may b coz he never read a newspaper as far as I remember (May b he read after I slept :P)……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But finally he proved that all it needs is brains and a bit of luck…..and everything will be in place….(hehe vachaka enni ayina cheptaru ani anukuntunnara :P)….but I m sure everyone who knws yashu will definetly agree that he deserved to be whr he is now…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life in IIM will surely bring many changes in him….for the better hopefully….n hopefully no changes in his wavelength for which both of us brag a lot about our matching :))….anyway I m feeling soooo damn veryyy tooooo much extremely immensely proud ( n many more adjectives left for imagination ) for this day :)))….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally thank god for giving me an IIM tammudu….hehe guess u all understud hw happy and proud I am about all this…..n most importantly coz not everybody manages to get a seat in IIM at the age of 20!! ( Can u believe it!!)…IIM Indore is the youngest IIM of all it seems….n now I am a proud sister of the youngest student of the youngest IIM :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To yashu I can only say…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just the beginning raa….:))))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miles to go before u sleep , miles to go before u sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;( Hours to go before I get up , hours to go before I get up ante type veedu :P)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ummahhhhhhhhhhh ra bujji konda…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Congratsssss raaa sweetuuuuu…..Luv u beyy…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/SHZZ5R8jjEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A1KSZCtAF7g/s1600-h/baby_grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 137px;" 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href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2008/07/kwab-ho-tho-muzhko-na-jaga.html' title='Kwab ho tho muzhko na jaga…'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/SHZZ5R8jjEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A1KSZCtAF7g/s72-c/baby_grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4028212236861113407</id><published>2008-05-10T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:20:48.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dearest Ramya....</title><content type='html'>Osey darling....many many happy returns of the day ra.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-dearest-ramya.html' title='Happy Birthday Dearest Ramya....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-9114583807522846909</id><published>2008-01-31T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:10:58.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Matrimony profiles..</title><content type='html'>These are actual ads on a matrimony site...Got these in a forwarded mail.....too funnyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar and spell errors have no place in a profile description as everything is straight from theheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : I am not responsible if you forget your basic grammar after reading this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hello To Viewers My Name is Shekhar , I am single i don't have female,If anyone want to Marie to me u can visit to my home. I am not a good education but i working all field in bangalroe.. if u like me u welcome to my heart...when ever u want to meet pls visit my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yours Regards Shekhar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want very simple girl. from brahmin educated family from orissa stateshe is also know about RAMAYAN, GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework&lt;br /&gt;(Homework?)&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants a woman who knows me better and can adjust with me forever. she may never create any difficulties in my life or her life by which the entire life can run smoothly. thank you&lt;br /&gt;(The principle of running life smoothly was never so easy!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should be good looking and should have a service. she Should have one brother and one sister. she should be educated.&lt;br /&gt;(ain't it unique !! 1 brother 1 sister criteria !) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys every moments of life. I love to make friendship. Because friendship is a first step of love. Iam looking for my dreamgirl who will love me more than i. Because i love myself a lot. If u think that is u then why to late come on ........hold my hand forever !!!&lt;br /&gt;(The dilwale dulhaniya effect)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my life because of my luck nowi am looking one gal she care me and love me lot lot lot&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know why but this is one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife should be as 'Shivani' as in Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT......&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I haven't seen these soaps but I am sure he must be demanding too much,ain't he?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wear jeans in house but while stepping out of house she should give respect to our cast&lt;br /&gt;(by not wearing her jeans? Wat the hell...) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TO MAKE ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDING TO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REALMESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3 THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE 1.THEY MUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESION AND THEY SHOULDNOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM LOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;(all of us are loughing{laughing})&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever she may be but she should feel that she is going to be someonebride and she must think of the future life if she is too like this she would be called the woman of the lamp&lt;br /&gt;(I am clueless, I feel so lost. Can anyone tell me what this boy wants) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search my patner and i love thepatner ok thik hai the patner has a graduate ok&lt;br /&gt;(I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok". The person is suffering from "Ok-syndrome")&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V AND NEWS OK I HAVE 1 CARAND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSO GOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK&lt;br /&gt;(the "ok syndrome" again)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pran my family history my two brother two sister and Father&amp;amp;mother sister complity marred&lt;br /&gt; (somebody please explain in comments section how to get married'completely'?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister one brother and parent. iam doing postal sarvice and tailor master my original resdence atkalahandi diste naw iam staing at rayagada dist.&lt;br /&gt;(actually what is this guy doing? Postal service or tailor.??) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes you marrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes&lt;br /&gt; (height of desperation! J )&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwant one girl who love me or my mother. she love me heartly or shehavea frank she's skin colour 'normal'not a black or not a whitey. IThink the main think is heart if your heart is beautiful then you are beautiful.but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. but my Mom say that Iam a good guy. My father already expired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR.bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;(uttama purushan)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iam kanan. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.&lt;br /&gt;(No comments)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANY HABIT.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe the poor guy meant BAD habits)&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am a good charactarised man. i want to run my life happily.idivorced my first wife.her charactor is not good'. i expect the goodminded and clean habits girl who may be in the same caste or other caste accepted ...&lt;br /&gt;(but credit cards not accepted..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like social service&lt;br /&gt;(Zebra..???)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out for who lives in bombay, girl simple who trust me lotshould be roman catholic, LOVE ME ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;(Now that criterion is a must, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be married on jan-2006. working woman perferable&lt;br /&gt;(this guy has fixed the marriage date too! But he is yet to find a bride.I wish him best of luck on behalf of all of us. I am sure he willget one soon.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want her any treasure. because girl is the maharani.&lt;br /&gt;(Now she is going to be a lucky girl! Any takers?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltd company which not paying salary at present.&lt;br /&gt;(Any takers again?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-9114583807522846909?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/9114583807522846909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=9114583807522846909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/9114583807522846909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/9114583807522846909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-matrimony-profiles.html' title='Funny Matrimony profiles..'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6627416284130366340</id><published>2007-12-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:33.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about being a twinsoul,a bestfriend and a sister....</title><content type='html'>4 months ago.....&lt;br /&gt;25th august 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a flight to catch at 10.30pm....I was about to leave for the US of A in a couple of hours.....for my MS in University of Cincinnati......With a gang of 11 ppl accompanying me till cincinnati, there was a picnic-tour-kinda excitement filled in me [:p]......with lotsa confusion prevailing evrywhere with the sudden bomblasts at a couple of places in hyderabad, there was more tension filled in the air than the sorrowful currents expected at that time........with all the roads packed with the typical hyderabadi traffic, the drive seemed adventurous with lotsa brainstorming taking place in my mind.....grazing the checklist, receiving the innumerable number of cals, giving last minute instructions to my bro.....n consciously or unconsciously refusing to register the hard fact in my mind tht i am actually leaving everyone for a minimum of 2 yrs.....&lt;br /&gt;Reached airport....after a photo session n all infinetly growing instruction set from the family + relatives + friends, finally it was time to leave.....the final boarding time was almost closing in......more involved in meeting n getting introduced to the would-be-freinds, i slowly moved into the hall heading towards the checkin section after bidding a cheerful bye to all my loved ones.....yashu was allowed to stay with me till the final boarding cal due to spl permission managed by one of my friends :).......n we spoke for sometime.....a very casual talk.....n finally i started to leave after giving him an affectionate kiss.....n thts when he told me tht a surprise gift was secrety placed in my cabin baggage :)).....increasing my excitement beyond bound......he knws hw much i love surprises :)))......&lt;br /&gt;waiting in the boarding room......i opened the baggage to take out the gift......beautifully wrapped with a cute giftwrap, i cud feel the auro of the love.....i opened it to find a small case and a small handwritten letter.....n the case bore something which was least expected......it contained a beautiful diamond pendant [:))))]......cudnt believe my eyes.......cudnt switch my gaze off the pendant....slowly i opened the letter attached.......the letter written by a brother to his sweetestheart.......n the sweet note brought me out of my reverie......the words made me realize what big deal it was........that i am flying off as far as 10,000 miles away from evryone......n that i cant meet all my beloved ones till min of 1 year....n that the life ahead is gonna be very diffent......n tht i will have to feel the absence of my bro beside me.......n tht i ll miss all the fun n his company......n tht i ll hav to wait for a year to even see him.......n there came rolling down a continous stream of tears with the sudden realization.....was almost choked with sorrow and fear and tension and despair and restlessness and a mixture of all negative feelings......cudnt do anything but cry......n indeed i was crying......crying real hard......crying and cursing the day my MS plan was born and this day when the plan became all real.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yashu......whose companionship i am missing the most now......missing him soo badly.....a feeling which cant be expressed by mouth but eyes speak&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3DQWXSBtmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TjjXFlD5TAs/s1600-h/stkcwe2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147843456709801570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3DQWXSBtmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TjjXFlD5TAs/s200/stkcwe2594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......letting out tears when least expected......its been 4 months now......n i still feel lonely even amidst a crowd.......”missing you” seems so common and less intensive word......but cant find any apt word for conveying how much i miss him.......in fact i m missing myself.....he is the only person with whom i am myself......i be myself.....i act myself......i stay myself......i talk what i want to talk.....i do what i want to do.....coz he is soo much like me......he is exactly like me......n we like eachother's company soo much......n all of a sudden, i land in this foreign land.......with all new ppl around......m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3DP3XSBtlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DZUaXb0wETc/s1600-h/cuuuttttteeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147842924133856850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3DP3XSBtlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DZUaXb0wETc/s200/cuuuttttteeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aking his absence felt much more......&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3CcB3SBtkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1TWwTNHNzQE/s1600-h/stkcwe2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see him daily.......his cute face prompts my hand to touch him.....but i am obstucted by the flat screen of my lappy......i talk to him daily.....his sweet talk makes me kiss him......but the feel of flying the kiss thru the phone never gives the real feel......the feel of kissing your baby brother......&lt;br /&gt;ok so coming to the point now ( aahhh it took soo long to start the actual topic :P)......i wished to let him know how much i m missing him........yesterday was his bday.....n my lonliest day ever.....n he is 20 yrs old now.....[:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cb83SBtjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kULDM52WwHc/s1600-h/stkpdc1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147785844018492978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cb83SBtjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kULDM52WwHc/s200/stkpdc1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o] he is growing up......but to me he is still like a baby :)).......he is my favourite.......i like him more than anyone or anything on this earth :D.......even more than cadbury's dairymilk :P........cant imagine life without him.......gives me confidence when i am down......makes me feel like the best person existing on the earth ( only next to him :P )......can remember all the things we did together.......n can only miss them more now.......the jokes understood by only both of us ;).....the chat and chat we always had ( 1&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cb4nSBtiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dbqGQQAcyq0/s1600-h/stkkdd1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147785771004048930" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cb4nSBtiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dbqGQQAcyq0/s200/stkkdd1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st chat corresponds to samosa ragada chat :P and second chat is yahoo messenger chat :D ).....the counters and anti-counters for eachother's jokes......the lingo which noone else understud ;).......the tears of pride mummy used to get watching our affection :D......the tears he used to get when i scored gud marks [:p :p].......the combined studies for my external exams [:p]......the cute fights.......the letter writing competition :P which i used to win unanimously :p......the dairy i used to write :P.....the lengthy conversations which i miss the most :(((......the confidence and attitude he always used to teach me :))......the way in which he us&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cbz3SBthI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aLwv-5fkw2g/s1600-h/brother%2520and%2520sister.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147785689399670290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 172px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3Cbz3SBthI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aLwv-5fkw2g/s200/brother%2520and%2520sister.gif" border="0" height="249" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed to deal with things n cald it the smartest way :P.......the excuses we used to give mummy for freaking out everyday......all the activa rides when i used to sit behind and tell him how to ride it safely :P......all the car drives when we used to discuss everything under the sun( dnt ask if our car is topless :P........ under the sun means every topic possible :P)......the games we played together......chess in which i won over him :P......the memory game whose c&lt;a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3CbinSBtfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Wxn6eA1A-0k/s1600-h/sister_image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147785393046926834" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3CbinSBtfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Wxn6eA1A-0k/s200/sister_image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its been 20yrs now that i had been with him......every second having its own importance :))......hard to list down all the memories on paper but they definetly have their share of place in my mind :)).....writing about our relation had been an ordeal.....n i m sure i havnt done evn some justification in this blog.....coz its the most precious relation i cherish.....and describing it in words is a sure-failure task.....i am not so gud at words that i cn describe this love.....its all about being together for 20yrs.....its all about sharing everything.....its all about the perfect wavelength match......&lt;strong&gt;ITS ALL ABOUT BEING COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD WITHOUT EVEN SPEAKING........ITS ALL ABOUT A SISTER-BROTHER LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3CbZXSBteI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_-PxWkBbIAg/s1600-h/bond_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147785234133136866" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3CbZXSBteI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_-PxWkBbIAg/s200/bond_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is the reason i smile......he is the reason i laugh.....he is the reason i live......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some songs for him :))....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIDEO - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-578775e94b6c393a" 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:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" enti...the day i cried ani smiley ettadu ani thala gokkuntunnara...:P ante...inni telugu cinemalu chusi meeku eepatiki artham aipoi untadi ankuntan lendi..:P...those tears not sad tears...those happy tears..:)...(like i wud cry wen sme cute little gal says "i luv u" 2 me..:P...like dat ana maata..:)...happy tears means...tears which cme out coz of exceesive feeling wich is pleasant or smtimes wich is beyond ur control 2 limit it 2 ur heart..:D)...adi matteru...:) so....ika matter loki mohita laga jump chesthe...:P ninna rathri didi tho matladthunde...assalu...full senti tho start ana mata...dat...1st budday re...u nt ther...wid me...:(....nee chethho cake tinale ani..:(...(inka chala unnai...kani..meeku ivi chalu lendi..:P)...so chala sepu matladthunde...international call...1 n half hour ante...vodafone calling card lekapoi unte....ma intlo naku pelli fix ayyedi :D...so full cheppina...cheppina....chepthune unna..:)...enti visheshalu...em jarigina...ivi avi...:)...last ki...&lt;br /&gt;yachu:"didi...manam idantha conversation...takkuva rates thone 150 oo 200 oo ayyi untade...antha worth A antava?" ani...(ante...ikkada meeru gamaninchalsdindi entante...nenu putti 1 day ne ayina..."over-action" lo chala pedda vaadini anamata:P)...appudu..&lt;br /&gt;didi:"chi...150...200 rs em worth kadu....200$ worth" andi!:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D(appude nenu realise ayyanu....nenu entha pedda vadini aina...didi kanna chinnodine ani..:P:P:P)&lt;br /&gt;so..ala ala..muddu mudduga matladeskoni....rathri 3am ki padukuntu talchukuntunna....jeejee(ante...muddu ga didi anamata..:) ) unte entha bagundu ani...assalu didi em gift ivvale ani mansu lo tittukuntune(:P) padukuntunna..:) kani....but...appudu naku teleedu...wat was in store 4 the next day morning!:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))...(no!...didi din fly all the way 2 india 2 wish me...jus in case u fired dat wild gues!:P)...(ala kanna...ippudu chesina danike inka ekkuva happy unde nenu :P) ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning...11am...call lo matladthundeonline ra beh ani cheppi phone pettesindi...:)&lt;br /&gt;manaki asale...holiday ante..chalu snanam ni dushman shushinsttu shustham..:)&lt;br /&gt;so...direct comp meedake anamata...matladthunna matladthunna....voice chat anamata....:)&lt;br /&gt;so..then..she sent me a link...dani blog di...cheppindi...nenu line lone unta...chadivi/...get bac 2 me ani..:)....&lt;br /&gt;so...i opened...blog half chadivina tarvata...call cut chesesa...:D(if u din get y...refer 2 the subject of the mail :P).....i realised...melliga smthin is growin ani...the size of the drop wich was still inside my eye..:)....inka chaduthu chaduthu....the size incresed exponentially:P....n finally...oka fine sentence dagara ishtart anamata....:))))))))))))))))))))).....inka oka sari start aithe manam yedi aapam kada..;););)...heheheheh....inka full chatting danitho...asssssssssssssssssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllu emannnnnnnna undena!... abbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaabbbbbbbaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbb ..... so....DAT was my budday gift!!!!!!!!!!!!!:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))....n last lo dani dialogue.,.."nee budday roje iddam anukunna...:)..kani nee budday roju ninnu enduku edpinchadam ani ivvale:)"....asssssssssssssssaaaaaaalllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.......... :"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;:"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....adi andi matteru.....meeku intha cheppina tarvata meeku aa blog chadavali ani anipisthe address kinda undi..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itlu,eppuduki me muddula babu laao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently on my mind,heart n soul: &lt;a href="http://k-harika.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://k-harika.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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/24307219-6627416284130366340?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' 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href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-about-being-twinsoula-bestfriend.html' title='A blog about being a twinsoul,a bestfriend and a sister....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/R3DQWXSBtmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TjjXFlD5TAs/s72-c/stkcwe2594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6966467129270949738</id><published>2007-11-20T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:04:04.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand my language better....</title><content type='html'>Telugu dictionary......to undertsnd my language better :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doola&lt;br /&gt;1. (n) surplus energy&lt;br /&gt;usage: vaadiki konchem doola ekkuva!&lt;br /&gt;2. (adj) possessing surplus energy&lt;br /&gt;usage: vaadu oka doola gaadu!&lt;br /&gt;3. (n) any activity aimed at venting out surplus energy&lt;br /&gt;usage: enduku vaadiki aa doola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thope:&lt;br /&gt;thope(n)&lt;br /&gt;1)potugadu/potugatte&lt;br /&gt;Usage:vaadu picha thope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobbu:(verb):&lt;br /&gt;The act of undercurrent humiliation in the guise of&lt;br /&gt;cloyingly psychopathic praise.&lt;br /&gt;Usage: ippudu nuvvu nannu pogidaava? dobbava?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sollu:(noun)&lt;br /&gt;1) An unending saga of irrelevant gossiping, encompassing a plethora of topics like&lt;br /&gt;Cricket, Cinema, Politics, College, Gals, Boys and almost anything under the sun,barring Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Usage: aapandra babu mee sollu..&lt;br /&gt;Related words: Sollugadu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee Enkamma: (interjection)&lt;br /&gt;1)A word that used by most telugu ppl involuntarily esp. when irritated by somebody or something.&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Considered to be coined by brahmanandam in chitram bhalare vichitram.&lt;br /&gt;Related words: Nee yabba,nee ayya, …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racha cheyyi:(v)&lt;br /&gt;meaning: rechipoyi..petrigipo...&lt;br /&gt;usage:&lt;br /&gt;baboi..maama ikkada nuvvu levu kada..inka vaadu racha chesestunnadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lite teesko:(v)&lt;br /&gt;Ignore every thing and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;Usage: enduku basu feel avutavu. Lite teesko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keka: (adj,interjection)&lt;br /&gt;Used to describe something toooooooooooooooo gud.&lt;br /&gt;Usage: kotha dressaa? Keka.&lt;br /&gt;Related words: Katti, arupu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avidea&lt;br /&gt;1) Idea ported to pakka South Indian village english.&lt;br /&gt;usage : orei nuvvu cheppina avidea valla nenu eeroju vaadi daggara nunchi thappinchukunnara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy :  "Abba chaaaaaa! " :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-6966467129270949738?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6966467129270949738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6966467129270949738' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6966467129270949738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6966467129270949738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/11/understand-my-language-better.html' title='Understand my language better....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2655716338973252452</id><published>2007-11-08T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:16:44.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of my fav Quotes..</title><content type='html'>"Years ago your life got its beginning and&lt;br /&gt;another life got its meaning "&lt;br /&gt;                               -Thulasiram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, 'What?! You too! Thought I was the only one !!! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2655716338973252452?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2655716338973252452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2655716338973252452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2655716338973252452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2655716338973252452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-of-my-fav-quotes.html' title='2 of my fav Quotes..'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2664166205013558949</id><published>2007-11-06T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:58:12.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself..</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:&lt;br /&gt;This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to love yourself 100% ....good and bad !! "&lt;br /&gt;--- Stacey Charter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2664166205013558949?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2664166205013558949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2664166205013558949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2664166205013558949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2664166205013558949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself..'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-8691323485555387658</id><published>2007-11-04T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:25:32.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Days...</title><content type='html'>Podunna levalii......&lt;br /&gt;snanam cheyyali...[:((]..&lt;br /&gt;ready avvali.....&lt;br /&gt;college kellali....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfaste doubtu...&lt;br /&gt;lunch kemo pachadilu...&lt;br /&gt;weekly twice cookingsu...&lt;br /&gt;everyday milk drinkingu :((...&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma nannatho chattinglu...&lt;br /&gt;webcam lo watchingu...&lt;br /&gt;kallalo water comingu...&lt;br /&gt;tammudi joke ki navvingu...&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vantallo experimentsu...&lt;br /&gt;uppu karallu danchingsu...&lt;br /&gt;taste matram dobbingu..&lt;br /&gt;inti food ni missingu..&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes emo no moodu..&lt;br /&gt;library chala silentu...&lt;br /&gt;friends unna busy beesu..&lt;br /&gt;inka lifey boringu..&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phne matram nights freeu :)...&lt;br /&gt;only source of survivalu...&lt;br /&gt;choosina moviese choodadalu...&lt;br /&gt;inkemi untadi timepassu...&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondays emo assignmentsu...&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays emo midtermsu....&lt;br /&gt;wednesdaysu quizlu...&lt;br /&gt;intalo vastayi finalsu...&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enni chesina nightoutsu..&lt;br /&gt;entha chadivina no marksu...&lt;br /&gt;anduke vachenu frustationu..&lt;br /&gt;appude anipistadi enduku, asalu vachamu MS ku????&lt;br /&gt;jil jil jinga [:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehe...MS effect ela unna....na lo dagunna kavi ni matram bayataki techindi :P :P :P...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-8691323485555387658?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/8691323485555387658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=8691323485555387658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8691323485555387658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8691323485555387658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/11/ms-days.html' title='MS Days...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-3221426806838009776</id><published>2007-10-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:34.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanha dil.....Tanha safar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RxotQ-q75WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/G6N2-d7z3Yo/s1600-h/ks79014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123457295811601762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RxotQ-q75WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/G6N2-d7z3Yo/s320/ks79014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aankhon mein sapne liye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghar se hum chal to diye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaane yeh raahein ab le jaayengi kahan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitti ki khushboo aaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palkon pe aansu laaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palkon pe reh jaayega yaadon ka jahan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manzil nayi hai anjaana hai kaarvaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalna akele hai yahan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanha Dil....Tanha safar.....&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/24307219-3221426806838009776?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/3221426806838009776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=3221426806838009776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3221426806838009776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/3221426806838009776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/10/tanha-diltanha-safar.html' title='Tanha dil.....Tanha safar....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RxotQ-q75WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/G6N2-d7z3Yo/s72-c/ks79014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2180579270318468304</id><published>2007-10-01T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days!!....A Nostalgic Retreat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RwCl1ONYTJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w05WQZoUUEE/s1600-h/wp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116271510458748050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RwCl1ONYTJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w05WQZoUUEE/s320/wp9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the excitement to watch my 1st movie in USA, we booked the tickets online......the only movie i was crazily looking forward to c.....the movie i knew i wud like it anyway,.....the most happening telugu movie now...."Happy Days"....&lt;br /&gt;Not yet released in India....n i wanted to c it b4 all my freinds in India (HUhahahahah).......They r actually planning to c it together (huh!! :((( without me ).....n lucky enuf,it was released in Cincinnati too :D :D.....n finally with gr8 dificulty 5 of us (me, deepika, jayasree, himaja and aparna) reached the theater which is about 1 hr drive from our place.....&lt;br /&gt;Watching a telugu movie (My 1st telugu movie in USA) is an excitement with all telugu ppl coming together n u get a smewt homely feeling for a while.....but the main excitement is tht its not any other movie....its "HAPPY DAYS" :D..&lt;br /&gt;All of u may nt hav felt such an excitement abt this movie.....nor do u still feel tht its soo spl...but i was soo much awaiting its release.....esp coz i jus loved the songs to the core.....jus literally crazy after those songs n lyrics.....Even though its more than a yr since i left my college....the fact that almost all my freinds had been in hyd and very much in touch......its only after i left for US that i m really getting the real 'farewell' feeling.....n nw, i m feeling the real pain, fear and sorrow of parting with freinds and college......n this is wt happy days is all about......&lt;br /&gt;Its a movie..which starts at the 1st day of your engg life....n ends at ur farewell day.....&lt;br /&gt;the movie is soo much realistic tht any engg student can immediatly and comfortably relate almost evrything with our coll life....n the name best suits the movie coz i m sure none of us ll deny tht our engg days were the most happiest days of our life till now....hmmmm till now kadu, actually they r the best days of our life ever!!.....&lt;br /&gt;The music is awesome and the lyrics r real cute....the movie covers almost all aspects of college life.....freindship, ragging, love stories, exams, combined studies, gossiping, line marofying, jr sr clashes,patch ups after fightings, tours,seeking permissions, parent's concerns,classroom lectures, canteen enjoyments, campus placements n finally the farewells and nostalgic feelings of leaving the college... I liked evry bit of the movie......Everything was soo well directed that u ll never get the feel of watching a movie.....ante basically naku anni nachesayi....so malli separate ga dialogues bagunnayi, actors bagunnaru, baga acting chesaru andaru actors, background music bagundi ani chepthe meeku bore kodtundi emo :D....&lt;br /&gt;As expected towards the ending inka buckets buckets tears on the floor yaa :D...&lt;br /&gt;loved the movie to the core.....missing my freinds :((((((&lt;br /&gt;I loved the "O My Friend" song the most....abbabababababa asalu emaina unda aa song....keka asalu...&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics here.....imagine i m singing this for you all :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paadametupotunna,payanamendakaina;&lt;br /&gt;adugu tadabadutunna,thodurana;&lt;br /&gt;chinni edabaataina,kanta thadi pedutunnaa;&lt;br /&gt;gunde prathi laya lona nenu lenaa;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamainaaaa....;&lt;br /&gt;venta nadiche needa venaa;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amma odilo leni paasam;&lt;br /&gt;nesthamalle allukundee..;&lt;br /&gt;janmakanthaa theeriponee;&lt;br /&gt;mamathalenno panchutonde;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeru,meeru nunchi mana sneha geetam;&lt;br /&gt;aera,aera lloke maare;&lt;br /&gt;momataale leni kale jaaruvaale;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamaina;&lt;br /&gt;venta nadiche needa neeve;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaana vastheee kaagithaalee&lt;br /&gt;padavalaye gnapakaale;&lt;br /&gt;ninnu choosthe chinnanaati&lt;br /&gt;chaethalannee chentha vaale;&lt;br /&gt;gillikajjalenno ilaa penchukuntoo&lt;br /&gt;tullintallo thele sneham;&lt;br /&gt;modalu,tudalu telipe mudi veedakunDe;&lt;br /&gt;ontaraina,otamaina;&lt;br /&gt;venta nadihe needa neeve;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;tadi kannulane tudichina nestama;&lt;br /&gt;..oooo' my friend;&lt;br /&gt;odi dudukulalo nilichina snehama;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing u all reee....:(((((((((((..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2180579270318468304?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2180579270318468304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2180579270318468304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2180579270318468304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2180579270318468304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-daysa-nostalgic-retreat.html' title='Happy Days!!....A Nostalgic Retreat...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RwCl1ONYTJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w05WQZoUUEE/s72-c/wp9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6365946918111164943</id><published>2007-09-30T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>Missing Home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing Home..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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 &lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24307219-6365946918111164943?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6365946918111164943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6365946918111164943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6365946918111164943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6365946918111164943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/09/current-thoughts.html' title='Current Thoughts.....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rv-tQuNYTII/AAAAAAAAADs/eWJRKWPy0fA/s72-c/ATgAAAAXP1IzBNIThbwfiZtdYUIo4dDQ550zupXrRTwVZLKvRpPnert7W4X_vQd_VrXWTUvYsbClBMGaYYxZeNwrAea7AJtU9VA4BPGJK25xJV3ucbTnS8tJ_4dOig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2512479716703724501</id><published>2007-09-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:35.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeh dosti......hum nahi chodenge.....</title><content type='html'>Ramya and Shaila.....&lt;br /&gt;Cant say they r my freinds....coz they r more of my family :D.....&lt;br /&gt;Cant find a better occasion to write abt them....coz today is the 1st bday of Shaila i missed after i met her :((((&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Shailaaaaa :))))))......luvvvv u raaaaaa.........uummaaahhhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109893297003953922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Run84VgR_wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-JRF4Za3Bkk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sat down with an intention to describe our relation.....but literally out of words....coz sme relations can only b felt.....they cant b described.....ther r no enuf words to describe it aptly to our satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friendships are so unconditional and instinct based that within few days u become really close.........n this is wt happened in Narayana junior college......&lt;br /&gt;N this day which is abt 7 yrs away from the day v met, v still have no idea hw fast the time flew.....&lt;br /&gt;"I feel very lucky" is the common phrase i use for almost evrything......but this is perfectly applicable to me having found these 2 sweethearts......:))&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understnd what makes me so lucky to get involved with soo many sweet ppl in this world.....starting from my family to my school friends, inter freinds, enggineering freinds and all other freinds, i cant help being dumbstuck at how much loved i am by all of them......n nw, i cn only cry for choosing to stay away from all of them by stating a career as the reason :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so gettin bac to shaila n ramya......it is nt the amount of time v spend together, but its the bonding v have towards each other which is more significant....&lt;br /&gt;i may nt spend the entire day with them.....but a single cal of evn 1min duration makes my day often :))&lt;br /&gt;the care in their voice touches me......gives me a secured feeling.......lifts my spirit whn i m down.....n shares my excitment when i m happy :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl ....shaila/ shails/ shaira bhanu/ sweety.......&lt;br /&gt;so turning 22 today :P (sorry sorry public ga cheppesa ;) )........&lt;br /&gt;she is sucha lively, exciting, sweet, caring, responsible gal .......ther r many things i always love learning from her......be it her caring nature or her sharing of responsiblities or giving utmost improtance to family or being selfless to help freinds at any cost.....u neednt worry abt urself after u r her freind, she ll feel for u, she ll cry for u, she ll b happy for u :)......a rare combination to find......an intelligent....hardworking.......enjoys freaking out, spending time with freinds.......u dnt knw her unless u knw her long list of crushes :P ( List kavalante feel free to ask me :P ).....n coin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RvaUyuNYTDI/AAAAAAAAADE/kS10Xu5xXiQ/s1600-h/3-three.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113438026044296242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RvaUyuNYTDI/AAAAAAAAADE/kS10Xu5xXiQ/s320/3-three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cidentally v have many common crushes ;)........n ultimately no one gets succesful coz v tend to sacrifice for each other ;) hehe antha strong freindship madi ;)......all in all a dearest sweetheart she is ....uummaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramya/rams/sri ramya/darling&lt;br /&gt;enthusiastic is the word which fits her........wt ever she does, she does it in a different way, a lively way, an exciting way :)......her presence is always felt by the ppl who knw her........even if u dnt knw her, u ll b forced to get attracted to her ;).......inka saree veskundi ante inka anthe sangati ;)........hw can i forget mentioning her dimple ;) which is the center of attraction......very cheerful......always trying to lift the spirits of ppl arnd her.......very caring.......devotional......exteremly sweet :)......always ther to help u out in wtver situation u r in......gives utmost importance to family values and freindship.......a gr8 dancer :D.......n a wonderful painter :D........has a biiiiiig circle of friends.......biiig list of fans ;)........smart n intelligent.........inka overall ga asalu too much of a darling.....uummaaaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to often sing the song dil chahtha hai together.......assuming tht v 3 resemble the 3 from tht movie....but our freindship means much more than that.........v had many memorable moments to cherish in life.......the meetings v had.........loved discussing evrything .....abt crushes......discussing abt guyz :P........teasing each other.......freaking out with each other.......visiting each other's homes.......sharing the sorrows.......making each other laugh to silliest of jokes( If at all it can b cald a joke ;) )..........scolding each other for the petty mistakes........crying for silly reasons........gossiping for hrs......fighting for 'who is fattest' title :P........discussing our engg life......hating to discuss the subjects but still discussing hw much v hate discussing it :P.........cribbing abt probs at office.......cribbing abt no one having crushes on us :P.........frequent cals during exams to discuss hw tensed v r n hw difficult the subject is.........the eating together.......the trials of cooking together........the movies.......the flop plans......the NV msgs n forwards :P......the chats with our family members.......hw much my family members miss them wn its more than a week they hadnt visited.......the sleepovers.......the chats on the terrace........n on n on n on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n all this had come to a halt.....n my life to a standtill.....its hard to digest wt i have forgone after i came here.....n its sickening to ask myself if at all my decision was correct or not :((.......coz nw its all done.......n i m here, in my land of dreams (huh!!!!)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really missing u two......u really dnt knw hw much u mean to me......but it ia reallly depressing to me that both of u r nt around.......my weekends r void without a visit to ur homes.......my cell phone is silent without ur cals......n my mind is always preoccupied with ur thoughts :(&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Run9FVgR_xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5VveuB8iMME/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109893520342253330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Run9FVgR_xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5VveuB8iMME/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were with u both today esp.......every bday of anyone of us started with a cheerful gudmorning with the other two knocking at the door with a cake, bouquet, lots of hugs and happy birthday song......really missing all tht today.......had no words wn ramya said " i jus dint come alone ra but i brought along ur absense ".....:((((....now wt can b said to that......i can only answer tht statement with a couple of my tears :((.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really missing u both raas ( singular is raa ......so plural is raas :P :P ento asalee ee roju oral english test attend ayyanu....so aa flow lo vachesindi ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: This writting could have been better expressed n better phrased but i was engaged with many activities in coll from morning n cud get my hands on a system right nw....n wanted to publish this b4 the date changes......so had to hurry up.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2512479716703724501?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2512479716703724501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2512479716703724501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2512479716703724501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2512479716703724501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeh-dostihum-nahi-chodenge.html' title='yeh dosti......hum nahi chodenge.....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Run84VgR_wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-JRF4Za3Bkk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-6107918947533118862</id><published>2007-07-27T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:37.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pal......yaad aayenge woh pal....</title><content type='html'>Memories play a very confusing role…....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They make us laugh when we remember the days we cried together..&lt;br /&gt;n They make us cry when we remember the days we laughed together… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really missing my college days …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raggings…..the seniors…….the crushes…..the stories……the teachers……the jokes……the comments…….the lectures……the classrooms…...the parking lot……the restrooms…….the cafeteria…… the auditorium …….the friends bakery……the cricket ground…….the labs…….the TT room…..the main building steps……the SAC….the land scape garden….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not jus about my beautiful college……..but its also about the tears that are currently rolling down my cheeks when I miss it…..&lt;br /&gt;When I miss my friends…..&lt;br /&gt;When I miss my engineering life….&lt;br /&gt;When I miss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ragging ….….various ways of escaping ragging…..having crushes on seniors……enjoying ragging at times……crying wn realy pissed off …..the freshers week at landscape gardens…..the proposal game…….the love letter writing…. the dance practices……the various sports conducted…….the fun we had……the freshers party at taj Krishna……the boring classes……the mass bunks…..the ABVP dharnas……the fun at English lab…..the excuses at graphics lab f&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoaRI8cD3I/AAAAAAAAABs/sMxBHKp_iQw/s1600-h/DSC02270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091911210456846194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoaRI8cD3I/AAAAAAAAABs/sMxBHKp_iQw/s200/DSC02270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or incomplete work……the internet usage during comp labs…..the workshop adventures….the prayers for getting blacksmith in the workshop externals…...sahiti asking sir to give her blackmithy coz she was not well :P…...trying hard to pass EMT…..the various trips to koti for books…..asking sirs for imp Qs b4 internals……not evn preparing the imp Qs for the exams……the rapid study 1 hr b4 the internals…..the lectures of Prasad sir…..always being seen by the HOD at the parking lot and being scolded…….the hardly audible classes of SATT ……the hardly intersting classes of vlsi….the mindblowing internals paper of circuit analysis…….the long lab hrs timepass with divya n gopi…….the luck of always getting the most easiest experiment in all the labs…….the general knowledge Qs asked in physics viva ……the various rumours about how much the electronic workshop sir h&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqocZo8cD7I/AAAAAAAAACM/k9DPpDA1awU/s1600-h/farewell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091913555508989874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqocZo8cD7I/AAAAAAAAACM/k9DPpDA1awU/s200/farewell1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ated girls n wud definetly fail most of the gals……the efforts to make the mini project work…..the innumerous trips to Gujarathi gali in abids for the electronic components……the feeeeeel of an electronics enginnering wn actually making the mini project work…..making various nameless objects using the soldering iron…..efforts to remember the color coding of a resistor…..having the standard books like black pad n yellow pad but ultimately studying salivahana during exams……. the tension in Pandey sirs classes…….All the fun in swati I mams class..….the boring seminars……..gettin basic doubts juss b4 the exam……the tension jus b4 the exams…….the last minute combined studuies……the changing of places if a exams gets screwed up……filling up additionals with jus nothing……committing silly mistakes n feeling bad abou&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoZqo8cD2I/AAAAAAAAABk/2lOGhS2Dhxs/s1600-h/4421262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091910549031882594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoZqo8cD2I/AAAAAAAAABk/2lOGhS2Dhxs/s200/4421262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t it……crying with fear of getting pathetic marks…….the more the gap between the exams, the more screwed up the exam is…....innovative strategies of combined studies…... Sentiments of studying with the same partners during exams..….the gossping between the studies…....passing chits in the internals…... Searching for hrs in library 4 buks but not using any during the exams..…. Paying fines for late returns……taking shru along to get the fine waived ;)…...making pairs n teasing like hell……creating all weird jokes n laughing till the stomach aches…….bunking innumerable number of classes….…checking out the notice board with tension for attendance record…….n strangely finding that it more than enuf evn after bunking soo many classes….…the aakruthi dance..…..the dance practices……the allgorhythms…….the games…....the anthakshari….…the jukeboz…..the dance……the fun…..the masti….. MMTS journey on sahitis bday…...Visit to bowling alley….…Innumerable trips to chilkur…..the tension wn in deepak’s car…….Countless sleepovers n nightouts at sa ds n shru’s place….Combined studies…..the sooo many Pictione&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqobHo8cD4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-cQqLtA4NlA/s1600-h/2005_1016Image0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091912146759716738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqobHo8cD4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-cQqLtA4NlA/s200/2005_1016Image0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ry games…... the round about approach of sahiti ………the paying cards at soumya’s place on the new yr…….getting fixed on ashwin’s bday wn the new principal called for us the next day…………the jokes of priyanka……the crushes of shruthi……Apology letter to chandu sir for a visit to the zoo….the fun at zoo……the funn at landscape garden…….the 3rd yr project at drdl with shipra n vishal…...the Tirupati trip…....the memorable fun in the train …..the Gre words discussion……the CAT prep in class…….the bday gift shoppings…….the bday celebrations…..the surprises……the long rides……..Antakshari…..Standing in queses of DD for exams on last date…….Filling each others forms…….Visiting saraswati temple after getting results…....the funny yet innovative games at night outside priyankas house…..…Dumbcharads n movi pictionaries……..Holi at pri’s place…….Holi at neckplace road…….Listening stories of sa’s school friends……n latr something else…….the very frequent visits n sleepovers at sahiti’s place…….the unlimited fun there……..Combined studies at shru’s place n anty joining the funn…….sleep over at smitha’s place n never sleeping throughout the night…….Discussing single woes…&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqodJI8cD9I/AAAAAAAAACc/1hfU9zs3nNM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091914371552776146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqodJI8cD9I/AAAAAAAAACc/1hfU9zs3nNM/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;….Discussing evry topic under the sky n passing time till 6 n then sleeping…….Speaking out views on valentines day in tv9…….Ways of seeking permission of freaking out to buy gift n then on the bday…..teasing each other..…Being actively interested in sports wn the sports day is near by…….learning to serve the throwball on the day of the tournament…..playing tennicoit……..paying TT..….palying caroms and chess……cheering up wn friends r playing……..the intercollege tournaments at MVSR…….the timepass at Friends bakery…….the tele conferences…..the long hr chats on phone after coming bac home…..trying to give proxy,….Pri isd timings…..Copying assignments……Dying hard to kickstart shrus bike n finally giving over to sa….Taking an auto after finding out that shrus bike has ran out of petrol…..getting lost somewhere in th&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqocyY8cD8I/AAAAAAAAACU/EmRSlQrNF3Y/s1600-h/Pic(735).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091913980710752194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqocyY8cD8I/AAAAAAAAACU/EmRSlQrNF3Y/s200/Pic(735).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e campus in an adventurous drive…..various visits to the campus placement office……the tension during the interviews……the happiness after securing a job…...the chichat in the classrooms…..the jokes cracked on each other……the sleepovers even during exams……getting up late n hurrying up…..the trikies on activa…….the shopping together…….being with each other in the low times……getting angry n patching up……playing seven stones at pranathi’s place…...mine n bindu’s presentation in pandey sir’s class…….passing time in free periods……sleeping during the classes……..the timepass drawings of smitha……..the single notebook for the entire sem……… the writing letters between benches………singing songs during free periods………playing rapid fire antakshari…….discussing all problems……having fun all the time……..escaping from the back door……&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoddY8cD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/15xle9SBduk/s1600-h/Image(976).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.being caught sometimes………the scolding at home…….the excuses at home for parties……the parties together…….singing together………eating together……..bunking classes together……studying together………Watching movies together………roaming together……..playing together…….growing up together……laughing together……….crying together……&lt;br /&gt;Missing it all……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24307219-6107918947533118862?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/6107918947533118862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=6107918947533118862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6107918947533118862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/6107918947533118862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/07/palyaad-aayenge-woh-pal.html' title='Pal......yaad aayenge woh pal....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/RqoaRI8cD3I/AAAAAAAAABs/sMxBHKp_iQw/s72-c/DSC02270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-2375457268427855986</id><published>2007-07-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:08:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest hobby- Cooking!!</title><content type='html'>Hobbies : Cooking…..is wt I quote these days :D….&lt;br /&gt;Finally my mom is happy that I m spending sme considerable time in the kitchen ;) …..i m actually trying to learn cooking…….tasting, eating and monitoring were the only tasks related to my kitchen life till nw :D…...Its only after my adventures thes days that I have realized the disadvantages of the cooking myself……&lt;br /&gt;the very 1st thing being, abbbaaahhhh the kitchens are soo hot……hw much I wish evn kitchens were air-conditioned :P……&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd thing is that u r bound to use both ur hands for cooking n hence cant speak on phone :P…..( N for ppl who hav a doubt at this point , for ur info, I dnt like using handsfree :P)..&lt;br /&gt;If ur food doesn’t smell good, u cant use deo/perfume :P…..&lt;br /&gt;the next being, I am actually watching the cooking shows and being genuinely interested in cooking these days ( My God!!....cant believe…I am soo much a gal :P )……&lt;br /&gt;the next …Knowing and identifying all grocery things is sucha painful thing….. n in my case, i ll hav to know all the names in english  ;)…….have faced many embarrassing situations like wn u cal sme pulses with smeother name, the weird look u get fm a middle-aged aunty is way beyond tolerance…...ante thts nt my fault….tappu antha na vayyassu di :P…..obviously anyone wud expect a 22 yr ( :o) old gal to atleast knw the names of the items……how much I wish I ws bac in school….:(((((((((&lt;br /&gt;the next biggest disadvantage being, after I expertise in cooking, the risk of any of my relatives liking the food soooo much tht they may ask me to get married to their son :P…...ante it can be considered a disadvantage only if their son lacks sense of humour ;)…..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking has its advantages of its own……the 1st n obvious one is my laziness to cook wud definetely make me lose weight ;).…..n the 2nd one being, good food is one way to reach a man’s heart ;))……dnt ask me the 2nd way now :P……&lt;br /&gt;Cooking is actually an art….so its actually funn to get expertise at an art….&lt;br /&gt;But Wtever the explanations I give to myself……I still feel I m too young to start cooking all by myself :D….:((&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how easily my mom cooks such tasty dishes……may b it’s the practice…..or may b it’s the interest…..in either case I cnt cook that gr8 ;)…. my mom is the greatest cook ever!!!……will miss all this  :((((((((((…..&lt;br /&gt;Huh!!!....c….again the nostalgic feeling started!!.....cant continue further….. bye 4 nw…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-2375457268427855986?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/2375457268427855986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=2375457268427855986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2375457268427855986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/2375457268427855986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-latest-hobby-cooking.html' title='My latest hobby- Cooking!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-8478247936783108526</id><published>2007-07-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:12:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Woman Should Know....</title><content type='html'>EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;How to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;without losing yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;How to quit a job,&lt;br /&gt;break-up with a man&lt;br /&gt;and confront a friend without ruining the friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;When to try harder&lt;br /&gt;and when to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;How to kiss a man&lt;br /&gt;in a way that communicates perfectly&lt;br /&gt;what you would and wouldn't like to happen next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;How to have a good time at a party&lt;br /&gt;you'd never choose to attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;That you can't change&lt;br /&gt;the length of your calves,&lt;br /&gt;the width of your hips&lt;br /&gt;or the nature of your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;That you childhood&lt;br /&gt;may not have been perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;What you would&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;for love or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;How to live alone,&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;Who you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;who you can't, and&lt;br /&gt;why you shouldn't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;Where to go -&lt;br /&gt;be it your best friend's kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;or a charming inn hidden in the woods -&lt;br /&gt;when your soul needs soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;What you can and can't accomplish&lt;br /&gt;in a day,&lt;br /&gt;a month,&lt;br /&gt;and a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(originally written by Pamela Redmond Satran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-8478247936783108526?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/8478247936783108526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=8478247936783108526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8478247936783108526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/8478247936783108526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-woman-should-know.html' title='Every Woman Should Know....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4979596737085429445</id><published>2007-07-18T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:27:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still remember you....</title><content type='html'>It happens at times that a mail makes u real emotional……n sets u thinking……&lt;br /&gt;N this post is about a mail sent by my Wipro training batch friends , Saswat and Suhas to all our batch friends which made me really senti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender : Saswat&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;strong&gt;I still remember U &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hai all,&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long long time that we haven't heard from each other. We are getting so much carried away in our lives that we are not even realising the fact that we are missing each other. Even today I realise this fact. Whenever I smile, I keep thinking that it could have been a laugh , had you all been with me. Whatever is good, could have been better. Am I really missing something??? Yes, I am. Its you. Its krishna, karthik, arun(1 &amp;amp; 2), janani, bhavna, ganesh, bagchi, durga prasad, dutta, devi, venky, monika... If I am missing out someone, its deliberate. coz I want you to reply me back saying -"how dare you forget me?". And that's what I really need.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont wanna go back into flash back. But they keep bouncing back to me over and over again. And I tell you, its all your fault. You didn't reply to any of my sensitive or non-sense mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let by gones be by gones. We can still make our presence felt in each other's heart. Please keep attaching your views to this thread that I have started. You can still make me feel that "when you are walking through dark, your vision is dying out, legs stumbling and throat stammering, you turn around and if you find just one person standing beside, that's me". I too want to say you very much the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the thread begins and now its your turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never bading you...&lt;br /&gt;saswat “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Suhas writes&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I am not making fun of a mail.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I didn’t think second to respond.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I am not replying mocking the sender.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I agree to his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time knowing that our mails are not read and spammed am replying yet.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I am longing for a good morning mail from janani.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I am waiting forward to receive happy weekend mail of monica.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I miss making fun of Bagchi.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I am hoping for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;May be for the first time I hope to write such a mail for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok Saswat may be we are not that important to those who you considered to be so.&lt;br /&gt;May be they find a piece of code more important than those days.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry you will soon recover from dilemma time is the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of hope in heart and none in brain&lt;br /&gt;Suhas(heard it somewhere????) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fact that I am putting these mails on my blog states how much I admired the mails…..i confess being lazy/careless/worried about the mocking replies I may get and decided not to reply to the mail….But it ws something I loved reading……&lt;br /&gt;The training period was really a wonderful time which I really cant ever forget in my life…..It gave me real gud friends for life but unfortunately cudnt keep in touch with all of them ……jus got too busy with life……but those memorable days are forever impressed somewhere deep inside my mind…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-4979596737085429445?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/4979596737085429445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=4979596737085429445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4979596737085429445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4979596737085429445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-still-remember-you.html' title='I still remember you....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-4803650286665000351</id><published>2007-07-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:37.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are not there...</title><content type='html'>To me , the world suddenly feels so unsafe.....the thought of losing the loved ones is soo depresing that i refuse to accept the fact that they no more exist on the face of t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4NYUepTuI/AAAAAAAAABM/uKZNq2yGbOE/s1600-h/grave-tops-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088519340440506082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4NYUepTuI/AAAAAAAAABM/uKZNq2yGbOE/s200/grave-tops-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he earth......&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unlucky to hear the news of someone dying.....thts too my close ones.....&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries by the thought of their family members....to whom i can only say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at their grave and forever weep.....&lt;br /&gt;They are not there , They do not sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;They are a thousand winds that blow.....&lt;br /&gt;They are the diamond glints on snow.....&lt;br /&gt;They are the sunlight on ripened grain.....&lt;br /&gt;They are the gentle autumn's rain.....&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush&lt;br /&gt;They are the swift uplifting rush.....&lt;br /&gt;Of quiet birds in circled flight.....&lt;br /&gt;They are the soft stars that shine at night.....&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at their grave and cry.....&lt;br /&gt;They are not there , They did not die.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-4803650286665000351?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/4803650286665000351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=4803650286665000351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4803650286665000351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/4803650286665000351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-are-not-there.html' title='They are not there...'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4NYUepTuI/AAAAAAAAABM/uKZNq2yGbOE/s72-c/grave-tops-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-115747863288241240</id><published>2006-09-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:39:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to swathi mam....</title><content type='html'>Today being the teachers day….cnt help bt write abt my mam ,mrs.swathi…..who recently left us all….:((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for those of u who r nt aware of this all….she is my lecturer in osmania engg college…..n who has been with our class more thn any other lecturer……bore us for more than 3 sems…..n the best part being the fact tht her class has been the most lively n entertaining of all…..innumerable number of memories attached to her classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;N the news of her sudden demise made me totally numb ….it is smething I still find it difficult to digest…..n b4 I cud cme out of the stupor state, the sorrowful scenes of her cremation ceremony never seem to leave me  short of haunting me…….evrythin still seem 2 appear in front of my eyes……n both her kids who r hardly aware of wts happenin !!! very pathetic!!:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws happy till 2nd of sept tht I hav many sweet memories attributed to my college……ther r a listless memories worth cherishing for a life time….bt this incident has shattered all my memories…..i wsnt soo very personally attached to her….bt still no idea y all this is disturbin me soo badly…..esp the BME dept (wher they claim to find her body) is scaring me more thn ever…..n the most disturbing part of evrythin is her death being claimed as a suicide…..bt most of us feel tht all the things r bizzaringly connected and the whole sequence of events r mysterious enuf to b suspected as a murder…..n all of us r well aware of wt happens to such cases in our country….n the bottom line is they r gonna close the case as a suicide…thts itt!!!.....n v r as helpless as ever!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther ws a lesson named “ god sees the truth but waits” which I studied long bac in my school days…which I actually never liked it for I felt it all soo unfair(ok for those of u who remember the story ll understand y…….anyway no intentions of writing the story here!!)……bt the key moral worth appreciating abt the story is tht evn if the culprit succeds in doin the mischief…..evn if he escapes the eyes of justice….ther is god up ther who keeps a watch of evrythin happening….n he ll punish the culprit sme day (n THIS smeday takes tooo long in the story which I dint like)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N in this case, madam killing herself sounds too improbable to me…..So for nw wt i cn do is jus to pray tht if at all wt v suspect is true, then the culprit shud b punished in the court of god…..seeming too philosophical I gues….bt thts the only thing I cn hope for nw…..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With recent deaths of close ppl, I m damn scared to receiv cals on my ph…..unknowingly I pray nt to get any bad news to hear…..nwadays my heart literally throbs until I hear smethin usual wn getting cls fm an unexpected num……n at times I drift to a philosophical frame of mind due to this increasing death rate…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so today being the teachers day….bday of Dr.Sarvepalli Radhakrishna (I hoooooooope everyone reading this is aware of this fact…..it happened 2day tht I ws watchin etv news wher interviews with sme students(aged 20+) were aired who think teachers day is celebrated on occasion of Sardar vallab bhai patel’s bday..…huh!!! damn shamefull right??......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This teachers day for me has been full of reminders of swathi mam…..really sad tht she is no more with us…..wt v cn do for her is to pay 2mins silence as a tribute for evrythin she has dne for us…….may her soul rest in peace……&lt;br /&gt;Mam…v love u….&lt;br /&gt;V ll miss u a lot !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-115747863288241240?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/115747863288241240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=115747863288241240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/115747863288241240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/115747863288241240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-swathi-mam.html' title='A tribute to swathi mam....'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-115563953087886712</id><published>2006-08-15T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:37.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“yeah !!!!.....Its 15th of august!!!!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4GyEepTtI/AAAAAAAAABE/E0Hy5HSNy2Y/s1600-h/flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088512086240743122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4GyEepTtI/AAAAAAAAABE/E0Hy5HSNy2Y/s200/flag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4GMkepTsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OzlIGBThAKQ/s1600-h/flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Independence day!!!……wellll jusssst another holiday for most of us…..…almost all of us don’t really realize the importance of independence…..it means different to different ppl…..to us teenagers (oooops!!! Better say youngsters!!!), indepence may mean goin 2 late night movies, no offences on our expences , not a word of abuse from parents, getting permission for sleeping over at friend’s place , having guys in our gang….blah blah……this is wt v cl freedom…..bt v hardly pay any heed to the importance of india’s independence n the freedom struggle…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way v celebrate this day is by attending a flag hoisting ceremony (long bac in school tht too), tryin to move lips acc to the national anthem being sung by others(I cn bet many of us dnt rem the lines perfectly), sendin happy independence day forwards by sms (the num being much less thn on friendship day or valentines day), watchin spl progs at hme being aired on ths occation……n this is wt v cl the celebration for independence……huh!!!!......i being nt an exception to all this really feel guilty of the soo sheer hopeless n helpless condition of todays generation……ther has been a drastic change in the attitude itself….ofcourse v cnt expect the selflessness of our freedom fighters in the youth of today bt atleast ther must b a sense of responsibility towards our country n a sense of respect for the ppl who cud evn give away their lives for our motherland…..our patriotism is limited only to the times of war n cricket matches……v hav to bring a change in our attitude n ideology.&lt;br /&gt;A gr8 change at the family level itself is evident that talking in terms of much bigger arena such as country seems soo illogical to me……frankly speakin, the affection n helpful attitude ppl had for each other has almost vanished in the urban society……ppl r soo busy with their careers tht they hardly find time to spend with their close family itself leav apart thinking abt county n its growth…….ppl r soo engrossed in their personal benefit tht they hardly realize the hopeless situation our country is presently in…..though most of us knw it very well, v jus escape it coz v anyway cnt change it…...with a dirty system of politics n the inherent unavoidable corruption has become the part n parcel of our country 2day……wt v cn do is jus sneer at the system, express our frustration thru writings like this n thts itt!!!......cnt do anything else……v actually dnt want to take any risk….basically cowards ana mata …..n with all this v r celebrating independence day( if at all u cl this a celebration!!!)……v r indebted by millions n millions of dollars to world bank n v cl this independent india !!!!......v cnt get any work done at any govt office without payin anything under the table n v cl ths independent India!!!......hmmmm soundin very much filmi na….&lt;br /&gt;With the craze of evrythin being westernized ,v hardly realize the speciality of India…..india is a place with awesome sceneries in jammu n Kashmir (((oops!! Any Pakistani reading this???? ))))….many green fields make us feel real heaven on earth….. India is the country with a lot of man power((( population, I mean!!.....nw comon I never meant thaaaat man power which led to the population [:d])))….india is the county having a lot of brain power ( all v IT professionals n other scholars of whom usa is takin full advantage !!!)….india is full of many natural resourses than any othr country……this is a country wher u ll always find friends in strangers unlike anywhere else wher the relations r very cold……this is a country which embraces all other cultures n still maintains its unique nature……it’s a country with such a rich n cultural heritage…….its a country with a great history…….&lt;br /&gt;n with all this v hav still leant to dislike our country because of its present state……n obviously our frustration to the present system is curtaining all the positive features…...nw isn’t it our responsibility to highlight all the positives n curb all the evils prevalent today…..ya I knw, saying is easy…..bt bringin words into effect is all wt is needed to change the scenario……bt all this seems to b very much a distant dream!!!......if all v youngsters throw a blind eye towards everything like nw then expecting any change wud b counted as mere foolishness…....an awareness has to enlighten us with the sense of responsibility towards our society n then v cn bring out our own solution to the situation…..bt ths may nt b as easy as the software solution on which v struggle day n night……this essentially involves gr8 deal of selflessness n guts!!!….n thts itt!!!.....v cn change our India into our dream land……. After all India is our country!!!....a place we are all born!!!......our motherland……our home!!!!!.........n lets come together n join hands to work towards bringing the words “mera bharat mahaan” come alive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;br /&gt;“happy independence day”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-115563953087886712?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/115563953087886712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=115563953087886712' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/115563953087886712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/115563953087886712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah-its-15th-of-august.html' title='“yeah !!!!.....Its 15th of august!!!!”'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4GyEepTtI/AAAAAAAAABE/E0Hy5HSNy2Y/s72-c/flag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-114610933192412977</id><published>2006-04-26T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:37.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAREWELL WEEK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time just flew!!!.......dint give me a slightest hint of the fact tht “The end” to my engg life (hopefully nt student life) has finally come…..huh!!! a stand with 2 emotions!!!……extremely happy tht v r all set for our careers n nw can come out with flyin colors in life…..bt then comes the deepest unfathomable sorrow of parting with soo many near n dear guyz…..…hmmmm gals also le (heheh)….…..n after our farewell party v r gonna part!!!!……..parting after partying heheh sounds fu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4QK0epTvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi4ZbY5RgQY/s1600-h/bxp29111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088522407047155442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4QK0epTvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi4ZbY5RgQY/s200/bxp29111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nny na…..&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its just a few months ago tht v were all in the landscape garden having loads n loads of fun in our freshers week…..1st yr ws indeed memorable…..with aaal the reciting of bd’s……with all ragging( the so cald interaction between seniors n juniors hehe)…..with all the proposals ( the best part of all!!!!!.......aaaaahhhh feels gr8 tht soo many guys proposed me……so wt if it ws a part of ragging, heheh!!!!!)……with all the singin n dancing (though it ws nt funn tht time….it feels gud nw to think abt it all…..)…..n ya the aakruti2002….really unforgettable…….so much funn…..the narthana esp…may b coz v r a part of it…awesome experience&lt;br /&gt;N then the 2nd yr……memorable in its own way…….well!!! few things cnt b mentioned here…..few bitter sorrows hauntin me for hurting someone very sweet…..bt it ws nt at al intentional…..(hey u…..if reading this…..u knw it kada???)))))…...bt finally 2day ,I am happy for 2 of my friends…..i realy wish it works out !!!…….n also 2nd yr ws most memorable for it ws during this yr tht I actually got close to sme of my closest n sweetest ppl( ‘The’ Tgang……well no tag line as of nw…..nothin cn actually suit the eccentricies of us all…..bt dnt wory,v ll soon frame one!!)….&lt;br /&gt;Well!!! The 3rd n 4th yrs of my engg life…..with such sweet friends all the days were equally spl…..everyday ws funn!!!!!......real funn!!!.......actually they deserve many many long long blogs so more to come abt all the fun n abt them n also abt their bfs (heheh) in next blogs……!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm so 2day have to buy a slam book……buying books with pocket money anyway hurts…..bt this book is hurting even more huh!!!!.........i ll really miss u all ppl re……feeling so nostalgic abt parting with canteen espl!!!.....the canteen, friends(bakery), himalaya bakery, taj bakery, the 35np Xerox shop near by, landscape garden, parking lot, LR, college, classroom, n last bt nt the least our library r smeplaces I cn never afford to forget in my life…..i really dnt knw hw ll I manage parting with soo many dear things all of a sudden!......huh!!! really hurts…..huh!! today is my seminar n I m writin blogs here…..shipra ll surely kill me for this…..ok ok so stopping here…….&lt;br /&gt;N hey!!!......those of u who dint get the latest update of hw well I crackd my gre……ok so on ‘the’ day….i ws strangely nt at al tensed('smething wrong' i thought)…..after the awa section ws indeed a bit relaxed……bt then came the quant…..with as many as 5 guesses, I ws almost sure tht I ll hav to book my date again!!!.....bt never expected tht with all my bad mood after screwing up my quant I cud still score well in verbal…..n I really really attribute all this to my good luck (touchwood!!!)…..n so when I finally had a look at the score(after soo many prayers!!) I cud hardly believe my eyes…..it ws 1450 (right place 4 the yahoo smiley show&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4QSEepTwI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2IU6c00rQk/s1600-h/188000029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088522531601207042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4QSEepTwI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2IU6c00rQk/s200/188000029.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing aaaall the 32 teeth)…..780 quant n 670 verbal……u ppl dnt knw hw many times I added 780 n 670 to make sure tht it ws indeed 1450…… nt quite happy with the quant score…..bt I knw tht it’s the result of purely n wholly n solely my overconfidence abt quant …..bt the worst part is I still dnt understand hw cud I not see the % of my score......it must hav been jus beside the score bt it still mystefies me tht hw cud I even come out with nt lookin at the %......it still seems so mysterious to me huh!!!!.......well sme mysteries do happen na……as I welcome the favourable mysteries , I ought to accept the otherwise also na……….. wtevr it is , at the end if the day wt matters is the result n I am more thn happy with my score…….n ya Thomson prometric is nt thaaaaaaaaaaat bogus as I thought it ws (hehehe)……&lt;br /&gt;Well mm very happy….nw I cn chill out a bit!!.........n ya thnx to u all for prayin for me n for ur heartfelt wishes…..i owe u a lot ppl!!!!.....thankuuuu……uuummaaahhhhh........love u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-114610933192412977?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/114610933192412977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=114610933192412977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114610933192412977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114610933192412977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/04/farewell-week.html' title='FAREWELL WEEK!!!!!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4QK0epTvI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi4ZbY5RgQY/s72-c/bxp29111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-114578000946212758</id><published>2006-04-23T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:56:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 HOURS!!!!....and  the count down finally begins!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tommorrow……..…25th april……….my date!!……….…nw ppl dnt get carried away…….…its actually my gre date!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N guess wt….…..i m still cooooool……...guess y…….…thts bcoz of the new A/C in my room!!!!.....n ya thnx to J.L.Baird whose invention keeps me all the while engaged without giving me any free time to feel tensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt when I actually spared sme time to sit n start writng this blog I m actually trying to undersrtand myself better abt wt I actually feel b4 the exam ……..coz these feelings will b lost when I get to see my score n new feeling of happiness( hopefully) or may b sadness ll appear……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssssssso finally the looong wait has come to an end......….i had beeen postponing almost evrythig….....movies! after gre…........….novels! after gre…......…parties! after gre……project work! After gre…..…shopping! After gre…......…reading newspapers! After gre……..giving dresses for stiching! After gre…........….meeting childhood friends! After gre….....……...dieting! after gre( I cud never actually find the connection between dietin n gre though!!!!)….......…so literally evrythin after gre….....…n finally the “after gre” has come as distant as 1day……huh!!!!......so nw allll the pendin works hav to b attended to!!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the feeling b4 evry exam 2day also hw much I wish I had sme more time ,hw much I feel given some more days I wud hav dne more justification to my prep…..but!!!! in a spl exam like GRE whre u cn just buy time( to write it again!!), u hav as much time as u wish.(huh!!!!)…… So I am trying hard not to get the thought of sme more time to prepare coz there r always the “thadasthu devathas” up there to say “thadasthu”for wtever u say/think and tht wud defntly account to my poor performance tomm. Though I never actually believed to the core in the existence of the soo called tadhasthu devastas bt stilllllll y take risk????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expectations of family ,relatives and friends tend to bring sme pressure on my small cute little mind. All my relatives consider me a veryyyyy very tope person and they think I ll cross off 1500 easily…..huh!!! hw do I explain them aaaal the intricacies involved the test esp computer adaptive test!!!&lt;br /&gt;At hme I blast everyone to remain silent when I m takin my model tests!!!......bt then during the actuall test ,the pindrop silence is the actualll culprit giving me the actual feeeeeeel of the real test and also the dracula named 'tension' accompanies the feeeel !!!!&lt;br /&gt;At home I scored as much as 1400+ and even 1500+, bt then hw cn one simulate the experience at hme with the actualll test experience. The tension tht I m actually writing THE gre, THE actuall gre ””might”” act on my nerves n render my brain defunct( very particular abt not using “will” or “would” coz remember naa tadasthu devastas, so “might” is always safer!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt then gre is after aaaal a test….a mere test……a tokkalo test…….nt the end of life right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!!! This is nt the same old harika of schooldays who used to feel miserable for not topping the class. Life has taught me many things and i hav learn to b happy. wtever comes my way,I hav learn to accept it. N I really wont feel thaaaat bad for failures as well. After all “life” is the only thing worth dying for…..and evrythin literally evrythin stands small in front of the happiness in being alive in this beautiful world of ‘beautiful ppl’( hey u aaaal…...listening????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe tht a failure in life implies tht u hav smethin really to cheer u up in life in store…..ok so lets c if gre is the cheering part of my past failures(cnt recall any though!!!) or it becomes a reason for my next best achievements ….lets c wt life has in store for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks….so,i m goin to take success n failure equally tomm…..ofcourse I m confident enuf of crossing the mark-1400, bt still I dnt want to eliminate the chances of sheer bad luck playing its stupid game when I m actually struggling hard with the test……and so evn if I dnt cross the mark I knw tht its nt my fault n so y feel guilty abt it right???......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ws very very happy with the results of almost allll the exams I attempted till date….lets c if the winning spree continues!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!!!!! wt wud tht Thomson prometric( it is the company offering computer adaptive testing for gre,toefl etc) rate my performance…….tomm in fact I m goin to rate him!!!.....Is the test really fair enuf or jus bogus???….can the test results really evaluate ones intelligence successfully?????…..ook so for more updates on hw authentic the Thomson prometric testing is …..STAY TUNED……!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST THOMSON PROMETRIC !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated: April 24th , 09.00 hrs (IST)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-114578000946212758?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/114578000946212758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=114578000946212758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114578000946212758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114578000946212758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/04/24-hoursand-count-down-finally-begins.html' title='24 HOURS!!!!....and  the count down finally begins!!!!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-114386162741337476</id><published>2006-03-31T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:21:38.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my chweeeeeeet love!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the most mem&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4Be0epTnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-IiY9oS_TfU/s1600-h/kby17072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orable day of my life…..this guy stepped in my life…..aaaaahhhhhh!!!! love at first sight!!!!!!.....tht handsome face still dwells in my eyes…..any gal wud fall for him (hey u reading na??....nt flaterrin ra….i really mean it okk!!!)….bt hey nt aal girls r lucky enuf to get close it him right??....sssssssssssoo LUCKY ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4DDEepTrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IdQpaYCWxM/s1600-h/kby17072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088507980252008114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4DDEepTrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IdQpaYCWxM/s200/kby17072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the day we met 1st…...every day has been logged into the “most cherished things” in my memory…..n I cnt wantedly delete sme of them also coz each n every one is faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar beyond being jussssssst memorable!!!........i jus love evry second in his company(really really mean it!!!..)……ofcourse like in any relation, creeped inn many misunderstandings and petty petty fights….bt then we wudnt let them surpass our love, isnt it??.....bt those small quarrels n stuff r sure to remain as sweet memories for the rest of our lifes…..there r soo many things I cn actually pen down here bt then tht wud b cald a novel then instead of a blog!!!!......bt I really owe him a lot for all the care aaal the sweetness and for being with me wenever I ws down n out and for givin me confidence n for makin me feel tht I m the best person of the universe!!.......aal the gosspis for hours!!!....aal the looong drives!!!....aaal the movies n our commentary in between!!!!....aall the dinners!!!......i really really enjoyed…..(ofcourse I wud obviously njoy the dinner….bt ppl!!!....here I m talking abt his company okk)…..n hey the best part....his kiss on my cheek is always enuf to bring me smiles n cheers all the time!!!)....hw much he cares for me .....hhw much he loves me...n yes i do reciprocate the same!!!......huh!!! ppl did u notice????!!.....tht i m actually tryin hard to control my tears!!!( he wud definetly hav guessd!!!).....huh!!! gettin too senti!!.....&lt;br /&gt;Bt nw…..with many many girls coming into his life…..i m scared( dnt knw the reason though!!!!)….i m feelin jealous!!!.....n ya y wudnt any gal want the sweetest guy on the earth!!!...actually universe!!!....no no actually the entire solar systems n aal the galaxies and aaalll the huh!!!! I dnt knw bt actually the sweetest guy ever!!!!........... bt I still knw tht I occupy a very very spl place in his heart (huh!!!!.....soundin very clichéd I knw!!!....bt I dnt care……coz those words cant b rephrased!!!......those r the most apt words my brain cn strike at this moment)…..i really hav a spl place in his heart n no other gal cn replace me….n wen I say it!!! Yes there is no beatin to it okk!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4Be0epTnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-IiY9oS_TfU/s1600-h/kby17072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soo with all the happiness in this world till nw…I m scared nw tht I ll hav to part with him!!!......coz god cnt see happiness for too long…..n huh!!!! I cnt stay with hi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4BmkepToI/AAAAAAAAAAc/An2dfq8DNFE/s1600-h/kby17074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088506391114108546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4BmkepToI/AAAAAAAAAAc/An2dfq8DNFE/s200/kby17074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m for the rest of my life……n hey hw cn I expect it also!!!.....after aal I ll hav to get married na!!......bt this sweetest guy…..who is none other than yashu (yashwanth!!!!….my chweet little brother)….is really worth aaalll my life n love…..(huh!!! I had never been so senti)…..c with aaaal my gre prep I cnt strike a better adjective than “sweet” to best describe him……coz he is sweet…..really very very sweet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For those of u who dnt knw him(the most unlucky souls I wud call!!!)….he is doin his 2nd yr ece in cbit...... cn always contact him on 'yashwanth 9885227744'....…heheh soundin like shivamani 9848-------(wtever!!)…....bt then he is not ‘like’ somebody else…..he is ‘yash’….thts itt…..his attitude is the best part of him!!!....bt then yesterday for sme reasons he was very dull…..n I found THE attitude in him missing for a while!!!!......n so I had to get up this early 2day (huh!!! 8.30 am!!!) to write abt him!!!!(i hope this attempt wud make him smile n make my day!!!)........orey sweetheart….nothing really cn part u fm ur attitude ra…..thts part of ‘yashwanth’…..n thse tokkalo petty things wnt matter to ‘THE’ yashwanth isn’t ???!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24307219-114386162741337476?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/114386162741337476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=114386162741337476' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114386162741337476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114386162741337476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-chweeeeeeet-love.html' title='my chweeeeeeet love!!!!!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwW0U5A0ns4/Rp4DDEepTrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-IdQpaYCWxM/s72-c/kby17072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-114285887625019649</id><published>2006-03-20T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:52:23.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1month b4 GRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>I dnt hav the foggiest idea of hw u ppl felt 1month prior to gre…...bt I cn bet my life tht it wsnt a pleasant one……coz nw u knw…..u knw tht u hav to start!!!!......all thes days I had been delayin…....wasnt quite serious abt “anything “(??? Nt really) bt nt abt gre okk…...bt then! its hightime nw!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Many ppl hold the misconception tht gre is a cake walk..….n I m seriously khandhistunaning (objecting) it….....i agree tht it is all abt sme vocab ,sme knowledge of quant n thts itt nothing else!!!....bt still I feel it sucks!!!!!!......dnt knw y!!!........may b the fact tht its CAT(computer adaptive ) (cat is a small thin in its description…....it may prove more fatal thn a lion!!!;-)) makes it more deadly for me…....hw much ever u stdy…....hw much ever u byheart the words(which u may bet ur life tht u wnt use anywhere)….bt still there is a possibility tht ur score wud get screwd up!!!....thts coz ur score ll b assesd more on the basis of the 1st few Qs (hw unfair????!!!!!)…..n once u havnt done well in ur 1st 10 Qs then u knw tht u ll hav to walk the so cald cake walk again(huh!!!????....isnt it???)…. ..N the fact tht the cost of takin the exam is nt less tht 6,500 bucks( huh!!!) n I ll obviously feel guilty for spending tht again coz of my incompetence( rather say…luck!!!)…....so I want to give it my BEST the very 1st time…....bt wen the divine powers( I mean luck!!) r acting then evrythin isn’t in ur hands…...n to overcome this frustration at times I prefer to feel tht evrythin is predefined…...u cnt change it anyway…...bt then this tokkalo philosophy hinders my prep(coz if I cnt change anything anyway then y stdy?????))))…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few words abt different sections of gre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verbal:&lt;/strong&gt; As I previously told u, u sit b4 the system with all the barrons, bigbuk,vissu or promac or geevas or wtever knowledge in ur mind,u may still get a Q u havnt heard of….its quite much possible….with very high probability as well….arey vocabulary is a vaaaast ocean yaar…….n the worst part is evryword havin more thn one meanin!!!!....n u got to byheart evry meanin…..coz u never knw ur luck isn’t it?....huh!!! y am I divertin to criticisin the eng lang itself nw(????)…..ok ok so no hard feelin on the lang……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quant:&lt;/strong&gt; well the easiest part 4 all of us!!!.....since my school days I loved mathematics……n the sir too(heheh….jus kiddin okkk)….. bt thos of u who r jus out of the CAT prep wud definetly give a different version right??....coz CAT quant is really tough….bt gre quant is chillar….mast light!!!;-))))……bt then ther r always my silly sillier sillest mistakes to haunt me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Analytical writing:&lt;/strong&gt; well!!!no comments on this section…coz no idea as of nw……n no intentions of startin prep for this section soo soon as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually want to write a looooot…bt u c….i hav to start!!!.....so lemme start right away….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-114285887625019649?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/114285887625019649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=114285887625019649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114285887625019649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114285887625019649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/1month-b4-gre.html' title='1month b4 GRE!!!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24307219.post-114269822107406410</id><published>2006-03-18T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:37:36.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALYYYYYY!!!!......MY FIRST ONE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>FINALYYYYYYY !!!!!!.......My FIRST ONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiii friends :-))))))….so here I m with my first ever blog !!!!!!!….i always loved reading blogs bt was never actually interested in writing one!!!......bt wen  u r preparing for gre….EVERYTHING ELSE in this world seems interesting [:p]….ok ok so coming to the point…..sme lines abt me for those of u who dnt knw me soo well…..actually none of u knw me really well!!!....its quite difficult to understand a genious u c…heheh…..well a true piscean dreams a lot!!!....n I am no exception to tht…..soooo many aims sooo many thots soo many dreams…..bt being frank no perfect effort to let them come true heheh….&lt;br /&gt;      Aaaahhhh  missing yahoo smileys soo badly!! :-(((((((.....jus typed few lines n feelin paralysed without them….huh!!! getting tooo addicted to the IM thing I guess!!!!  Ok ok so here is finally a platform wherein I can share my experiences with u( heheh sounds too formal naa )….bt  there r manyyyyy experiences which I cnt put them down here….n heyy!!!!  those of u who dint get any hint of wt those experiences are….dnt try too hard to burn out ur grey cells!!!!!…..if u dint get it at the 1st try, u wnt get it anyway…..n so there is always the yahoo messenger between us right????.......&lt;br /&gt;     Ok so here I stand on the verge of completing my engg life (hopefully!!!!!)…..n one fine day in future, down the memory lane, there a lot many experiences I treasure to cherish for the rest of my life…..thes 4 yrs hav brought about many changes tht I cnt fathom evn nw……bt then most of them were welcome…..n hey one of them worth mentioning……one fine typical moody day!!!.....i ws very much down n out for no particular reason…..may b the thought of our  to b declared 4-1 results ws the reason….n I suddenly find out tht I actually TOPPED my class…..n hey ppl!!!!!! Me topping my class is nt at al funny okkk…….its HILARIOUS!!!!!! Heheh……it ws one of my fantasies cme true……&lt;br /&gt;    Really happy to get placed on the DSP wing of wipro….bt then I want to go 4 MS for greener pastures……so gonna crack gre on april 25th…..( n so cn I expect sme calls on 24th april????)))…..n hey gre really sucks!!!!......byheartin jus for the heck of it is so painful……so lets c hw well I fare…..Aaaaahhhhhhhhh hw easily I answerd the 5 yrs down the line question in the wipro interview….bt the irony is tht I dnt evn knw where I ll stand 6months down the line…..wipro or MS or may b I ll settle as a housewife heheh who knws????!!!!!!..........  &lt;br /&gt;   ok guyz tht ws toooo much for the very 1st blog…..its better I sign out nw…..n b4 I leav, my favourite punch line without which my friends wud consider this blog smewt incomplete…..”hey ppl I am dietin veryyyyyyyyyyyyy seriously from tomm okkk” heheh……&lt;br /&gt; ( n hey do I need to ask u ppl to comment on my blog???…..wnt u do it anyway????)&lt;br /&gt;  ok then adios amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24307219-114269822107406410?l=k-harika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/feeds/114269822107406410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24307219&amp;postID=114269822107406410' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114269822107406410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24307219/posts/default/114269822107406410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-harika.blogspot.com/2006/03/finalyyyyyymy-first-one_18.html' title='FINALYYYYYY!!!!......MY FIRST ONE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Harika Korukonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03901122786481311201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xB_cCqGs00k/TYbrlBpSy1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/ozqwkQM-RFc/s220/DSC_0454%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
