<?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-8502579195616840616</id><updated>2011-08-05T15:51:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vamsidhars-Getting it all together</title><subtitle type='html'>vamsidhars.org</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8151358434696149655</id><published>2010-11-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:05:05.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling backwards in Time</title><content type='html'>' Silence I kill u' [1] - I hear an orotund voice, just as i look at the silence sign at Mont St Michel, entering the Abbey on the hill in the waters of Atlantic ocean connected to the land only by one access road. I was startled more by the similarity in pop culture, irrespective of which part of the world one is from, than the actual scenic beauty of waters stretching upto horizon from a vantage point. So far this is the most beautiful place I have seen after my departure from India, a famous Telugu poet wrote 'Desam ante matti kadoi manushuloi'[2]. I still remember in every minute detail, kissing my friend Good Bye, seeing tears roll around the corner of my Dad's Eyes, excitement in one side of my heart and sadness of leaving in the other. Yet, amidst all this, Enrique was the one who constantly sang 'I miss You' on my Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week at Paris - all the tourist attractions are touched, the significant ones like Shakespeare and Company, the best Falafel in Paris , 'Despicable Me' and 'Kaboom' - the less important stuff like Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysees, Louvre etc. 'Despicable Me' brought the kid out of me, but the major part of that owes to my friend[3] who I met after more than one year. All the time in Paris, just brought back memories - not from Paris, never did I feel that I am visiting a new place all because of the two idiots[4]. Same old ways of hanging out, same old Bakchodi, same old KFC with new currency and at a new place - Only one expression pops into my mind 'Fucking Awesome !!'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can find several reasons to not enjoy my course, naming a few, long lecture hours - demanding assignments and stuff. But I have one reason to love it, the group. I made new friends from different countries each impressive than the other in unique ways. I felt both happy and sad about the Induction period, if not for it I could have never met the awesome people who left for Granada - sad only because I miss them now. The people at St Etienne are more serious, particularly the guys - we often involve in intellectually elite discussions -  mostly about the industries unaffected by the Economic Crisis and their diversity across the Globe [read it Pornography]. I am astonished by the energy levels of the pretty young ladies in my class, they usually are the active participants in any gathering. After all this there is only one thing I could say, My luck always plays on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[title] Many may not find it apt - but there is a pun - I traveled from a time zone of +5:30 to +1, and my thoughts traveled back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] It was MariaLena, from Jeff Dunham's puppet - ahmed.&lt;br /&gt;[2] literally translated to 'a country isn't it's soil, it is the people'&lt;br /&gt;[3] The great Halwai, very less known as Ankit Jain&lt;br /&gt;[4] Rakshit and Meet, nobody else could be more apt for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8151358434696149655?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8151358434696149655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8151358434696149655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8151358434696149655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8151358434696149655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2010/11/travelling-backwards-in-time.html' title='Travelling backwards in Time'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7497176713561395622</id><published>2010-03-20T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:26:41.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GKC is up and running</title><content type='html'>The gold medalist of our batch Mr. G. Krishna Chaitanya is up &amp; running on the internet.. his websites are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gkchaitanya.weebly.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at http://210.212.214.147/gkc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7497176713561395622?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7497176713561395622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7497176713561395622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7497176713561395622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7497176713561395622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2010/03/gkc-is-up-and-running.html' title='GKC is up and running'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7605852116799268991</id><published>2010-03-04T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:55:42.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice meeting you Mr.Khan</title><content type='html'>Discrimination is found in every wake of one's life. Most of the discriminated appease themselves continue to live with it; some rise against and bring about some change; But recently I came to learn about a person, who made a movie about it and screened it to the discriminated. How foolish !! If one wants a change at the happening end- why show it to the receiving end. His name is Khan and He is a not a terrorist - So What..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7605852116799268991?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7605852116799268991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7605852116799268991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7605852116799268991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7605852116799268991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-name-is-khan.html' title='Nice meeting you Mr.Khan'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8248526880094007523</id><published>2010-02-19T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:42:44.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like a modification in a 1966 movie</title><content type='html'>How many times have I already watched this movie! I certainly know it is the music of Ennio Morricone. The plot, i felt, needs a modification. I didn't think abt this when i watched this the first time, there wasnt enuf time - mostly i used it for admiration. Now I think about it. The movie is The good,the bad and the ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good and The Ugly were forced to team up by fate till the end. Now something that is bad, is The Bad. He instead of being a general or captain, should have been co-POW. The plot should go something like this, fate should team up these three together. And I didnt like The Bad dying either. There should have been 6 bags, and each leaving with 2 bags. I did like the way The Ugly is left, reminding me of the motif in the movie, which i almost forgot. I am no story writer, But i do have a good perception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8248526880094007523?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8248526880094007523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8248526880094007523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8248526880094007523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8248526880094007523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-modification-in-1966-movie.html' title='I like a modification in a 1966 movie'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3097189671595001972</id><published>2010-01-16T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:11:00.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically</title><content type='html'>"To SHERLOCK HOLMES she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position...[1]" Dr. Watson Speaking about a fictional character probably more famous and heroic than James Bond, but filmed much less often. A British Director, An American actor, A German Music Composer, A French Director of Photography made a movie based on an English Fictional Character. The idea of Cocktails crept into movies, earlier Greek Hero Achilles and Tojan Hero Hector used to have conversations in English with an American Accent[2]. Now it is different, Colonel Hans Landa makes a humble request in French to begin a conversation in English[3]. Synergy is the key to the success of today's movies.&lt;br /&gt;An ideal for atleast half of my childhood and my complete teenage, sherlock holmes and his methods always fascinated me. The older Sherlock Holmes on the screen [4] never matched to the one in the back of my head. To my surprise, Guy Ritchie did a commendable attempt. Though many of the memorable quotes in the movie took their place from Arthur Conan Doyle's literature, it is no wonder he is listed among the writers. &lt;br /&gt;Rocky Road to Dublin by The Dubliners[5] is still ringing in my ears, I don't understand the significance of the song. The crazy experiments, the between-jobs phase, the reasoning - I have no words to describe the sheer pleasure of staring at the screen with highly receptive ears enjoying their way through the compositions of Hans Zimmer. There are no specific parts I would like to comment, the entire movie is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Excerpt from "A Scandal in Bohemia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] From the movie Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] From the movie Inglourious Basters during "The Verdict"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] The seven percent solution specifically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Originally an Irish folk song, written long back atleast one-and-a-half centuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3097189671595001972?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3097189671595001972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3097189671595001972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3097189671595001972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3097189671595001972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i-answer-chronologically-or.html' title='Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-213078705402650885</id><published>2009-12-31T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:05:55.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip with The Stranger</title><content type='html'>As I stand there looking at the eager crowd, more interested in inquiring costs and bargaining than actually buying stuff, Asifa received a call from Sushma - " Saturday Nite Market is closed, please get back to the Guest House". Where the hell am I standing on this Saturday nite !! I am more than puzzled, so is Asifa. We realized either of us is lost. It is common in Goa, specially when we hire those little scooters and try to trace the Konkan Coastal State ourselves. One cannot really say that wasn't fun - not even the getting lost part. And the best part is we visited that place exactly 2 hours ago. It was a  hefty but fun-filled journey from Bengaluru to Vasco De Gama - Hefty becoz of the traffic at Bengaluru - Fun Filled becoz of 7 wonderful travel mates. As I look into the map in my little Goa book, I realize our guest house is on the third north most beach of Goa State atleast 30 Kms away from Center, Panaji. For starters!! my plans to cover the entire stretch of goa seem to fade away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat sea food, Get a tan, People[ read it foreigners] watching, fun with the waves !! Whatever may be one's intentions, Anjuna beach is a good start. Despite of the cultural diversity of the group and specific significance at the place, one of the most important things I forgot include that it was the Christmas Day. We realised it and went to celebrate in 9 bar, we were cheap enough to find a free disco. I am sure my dance moves are impressive enough, there just wasn't enuf light to support audience. I can't say that all the night visits were messy, but stuff did happen. Moon light visit to the Chapora Fort did not give access to atleast few others, they did not find the door - Saturday Nite Market.. please read from the beginning - Light house wasn't really impressive , Hey!! I liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lean over Asifa's right shoulder to teach her how to drive, A voice from behind starts firing "pyar pyar pyar".. this particular person - Rana, though made a wild card entry, worked hard to entertain the group. Journey to Old Goa through Ruins of Church of St.Augustine, Bom Jesus and Archeological Museum is impressive proving the Cultural Splendor of this place. Chandu and I had a gud deal of Photography, poor he- his battery drained at the very beginning. Everyday is photo opportunity day for us. The other day at Baga Beach people really started to wonder if I were a professional photographer and Asifa - a professional model. I am sure we can make good professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to food, i am heads and heels over sea food. I ate all kinds of sea food including prawns, prawns and prawns. The last day i got a whole lot compartment to sleep, met a guy - Sakthi, actually met him before but got to interact with him in the bus. Very impressive aspect of Sakthi, apart from his Girl Friend, is his span of interests including movies, books and movies. How could my year of 2009 filled with Adventures at IIT Delhi, Amusements at The Himalayas, Relaxing with the Paragliding Course, Exhausted at Araku Hill station, ended better !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- The stranger in the title is me...I thot ppl cud read between the Lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-213078705402650885?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/213078705402650885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=213078705402650885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/213078705402650885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/213078705402650885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-with-stranger.html' title='A trip with The Stranger'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-5803914057125885137</id><published>2009-11-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:00:39.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vamsidhar/3742020524/" title="Lonely Camel and Traveller by vamsidhars, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3742020524_b22773529b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Lonely Camel and Traveller" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy of Life :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple parody of what seems to us like life. &lt;br /&gt;Everything ahead seems up-hill, it has to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;There is no going back either, it always seems&lt;br /&gt;we have come a long way down this track.&lt;br /&gt;As the lonely traveller, I can trot the vasts of the desert&lt;br /&gt;and the greatest gift I got is my freedom. &lt;br /&gt;Alas ! It is a great illusion, why can't I see what is ahead,&lt;br /&gt;why is it uncertain, or realise the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day when I realised I am the camel, tamed by&lt;br /&gt;an embodiment of social and emotional responsibilities, The Society;&lt;br /&gt;A society that thinks if let free I may&lt;br /&gt;choose a wrong path, wrong according to it.&lt;br /&gt;A society that feels i must be responsible&lt;br /&gt;as it feeds me, though i can hunt myself.&lt;br /&gt;My freedom is confined to the immeasurable length&lt;br /&gt; of the unbreakable bonds, used to tie my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Alas ! Life is a great illusion, why can't I see what is ahead,&lt;br /&gt; why is it uncertain, or realise the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-5803914057125885137?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/5803914057125885137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=5803914057125885137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/5803914057125885137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/5803914057125885137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2009/11/philosophy-of-life.html' title='Philosophy of Life'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3742020524_b22773529b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-356963743169840626</id><published>2009-10-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:07:06.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inglorious Basterds</title><content type='html'>Standing in the 'Q' at 1:10pm, I am already worried about the availability of tickets for 1:15pm show. I stand before the counter asking the person to give me 1 ticket for 1:15 show. He started in a high tone "Inglorious" that faded to silence as he reached the second word. Many people specially at the ticket counters are ashamed to yell out the name of the film, one of the very few good ones i have seen lately - "The Inglorious Basterds"&lt;br /&gt;       One good thing about movies set during WW-II is that one can get to avoid jazzy electric guitars ringing into the ears. And with a director like Quentin Tarantino, one can safely dismiss thoughts of such revealing Anachronisms. Though certain things popped in particularly by "the bear jew" and translucent materials used for several stuff - zips, letters for cinema - such materials not really invented. Not really classic as it may sound; one can get to hear classical music mostly composed by Beethovan, Chopin and others. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Details&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - one thing that has to be in there in a Tarantino movie naturally pushes the usual length of 90 mins to somewhere around 150 mins. Doing such a thing is not beneficial to the director at all, he openly challenges critics by providing them more window to disclose errors.&lt;br /&gt;        Being a multi-lingual film by itself; one cannot avoid to judge how well the accents and origins matched. Brad Pitt did a damn good job talking the Red Neck Way. I am pretty much disappointed by the way Christoph Waltz talked or speaked. He managed to push in European accent for easy words; but running with a strong American accent on a little harder vocabulary. The American teachers of english didnt exist during those days, atleast not all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;        One thing is for sure Todays's movie disturbed my knowledge of European history during WW-II particularly about The Fuhrer. If I find that the movie gives a real account of what happened actually; I bet myself I should read "Mein Kampf" again or dismiss it to be a total lie. And I wonder how "Shosanna Dreyfus" has so easily changed the aspect ratio of 35 mm film; even to this day it's a real problem without distorting the picture.&lt;br /&gt;        Cleanly organised into chapters, give the feel of drama acts, the style in which the movie is shot is definitely interesting and captivating. I really got pulled into the movie by the opening scene with a variation of Fur Elise being played, incredible piece penned down by Beethovan. And the music speaks of the old saying - " Speech is silver - silence is gold". Exactly when the scene demands pin-drop silence; it is provided by the composers. Most of the compositions done by Enni Morricone who hardwired his "good bad and ugly" theme into everyones mind.&lt;br /&gt;         Overall the movie is really impressive;I am already awaiting an opportunity to knock me to watch this movie again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-356963743169840626?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/356963743169840626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=356963743169840626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/356963743169840626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/356963743169840626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2009/10/inglorious-basterds.html' title='Inglorious Basterds'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8811819161951936967</id><published>2009-06-10T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:09:38.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Traveller</title><content type='html'>Many of my thoughts and deeds are seldom completely understood or comprehended by a single individual, I dont really know what is the problem of the so-called Society in recognizing possibilities. Very recently I could not help noticing that the disabled persons are referred to as differently-abled. Though it mite sound offensive to certain class of people, they both are different. After having interacted with people of dinstict backgrounds and mentality, I tend to find myself a little different than most of them. If one does a course, what matters at the end of the day to one is the grade one can obtain in it. For some rare ones , the path also matters but still the grade matters. I on the other-hand fail to look at the importance of the grade. That pisses me off a lot of times, when people come up with questions and I dont have answers that they can understand. If anticipation or expectation of future is the key motive of doing something, i would suggest every one should have foretelling as their dream job -"If you do this now, you will become this- you will get this." I am a true traveller - I see the beauty of my journey , not the places between which I am travelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8811819161951936967?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8811819161951936967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8811819161951936967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8811819161951936967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8811819161951936967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-traveller.html' title='A True Traveller'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7085219867512630335</id><published>2009-01-22T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:28:55.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...sa pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ni ni da ma pa...[1]" Flowed into my ears, a song with a rich combination of what could have possibly been the best instruments, as we overtook a lorry. On the way back to Delhi from Neemrana, where we zipped on non-electric cables frm one hill to other over the fort. We woke up at 6:30 am, got ready as soon as possible picked up cameras and set out to reach there, it was the "free" factor that drove us. Yeah flyingfox started it recently, they were promoting this sport by offering free packages for the first three days. The day went perfect, everyone dozed off in the taxi but me. I was in co-driver's seat with my shuffle pumping hours of music into my ears. I remember that voice, i heard it so many times, i could easily recognise even if that person catches a bad cold. I heard it on the entire journey to and from amritsar. I should not forget to mention Golden temple and Jallian Wala bagh, though the latter turned famous because of the massacre. The entire patriotic thing drives me crazy sometimes, "are these people really worried about their country / are they just raising their voices to show off.", looking at cheering crowd at wagah border retreat parade. Even there my senses could not let go the song played and the voice heard [2].  The military guys performed it wonderfully, the way they brought both the flags down at sunset and the entire setup was really mind-blowing. During all the journeys one question traveled in my mind on-and-on, "Is this world ready to spread name of the genius, is it ready to discover the genius" The question got a little intense after he recieved golden globe for music of Slumdog Millionaire. On Thursday, the nominees list for oscars will be out.  If I was on the panel no wonder I would not have considered that music for oscars, not after listening to the entire music he has composed so far. "Jai ho" as it claims is not even close to the best of the songs he has composed. He did'nt rise slowly like other music directors, it was an impulse. He just started off and never, not even once, another music director could compete with this maestro. Nobody in India composed for 16 years straight, moulding the music as the trend changed. He put bhangra dolls, scratch effects, sitars, electric guitars to make it sound happy, sad, lucky or whatever is the emotion required. He happened to be the change that happened to Indian music, humbly he claims it's god who is doing all this. Totally ethical, so far scores composed by him were copied even by hollywood movies, some acknowledged and some were'nt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] - song frm Yuva&lt;br /&gt;[2] - Maa Tujhe Salaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7085219867512630335?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7085219867512630335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7085219867512630335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7085219867512630335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7085219867512630335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8285885637186282621</id><published>2008-12-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:22:17.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a lovely place, such a lovely place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately i came to know that i effortlessly disappointed countably large number of my blog viewers with the revelation of my attitude towards birthdays. For those who wanted to argue, make a point in comments rather than arguing in messenger with me. After a long time, i sit down to write a blog, not ever did i feel so different writing a blog. I completely feel like empty minded, i got it refreshed among the valleys of araku and hills of tirumala. I used to have a lot of things to think about, i tried the same and dozed off yesterday. As i signed into my gtalk, one of my friend's status message speaks "Its very simple to be happy, but it is impossible to be simple", not really admirable but it reminds me of some very interesting saying of Schopenhauer "A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants". This reminds of dreams i used to have that remained dreams forever. I wanted to be a pilot in my childhood kiss the clouds, i always had an affinity to heights. Dec 31st - 8 pm, when delhiites were busy lighting up the city for the new year eve, I was right above delhi some 12000 ft. This wasnt my first time flying, nor first time flying to delhi, still i felt happy really happy to be there on that flight. I was looking up at moon through clear sky above clouds, well one might ask a valid question "how come clear sky!!! what happened to the fog that got so many flights and trains cancelled, rescheduled or delayed? ". I too got the same doubt, i started to look down, the very sight made me so happy, all possible levels in my body must have sprung exponentially. There are barely any words to describe that, let me give it a shot. All the fog has some gravity, so it can extend only upto some height say 11900 ft. Due to the enthusiastic celebrations of new year eve, all the fog that is 100 ft beneath me glowed. And the scene just matched one of those pictures shown by space travellers when they just fly out of atmosphere. It made me think some where deep in my heart i always wanted to be an astronaut. Such incidents keep happening which bring this thought of mine to surface and keep it alive all the time. One such incident is the talk by a swiss astronaut in our campus. The pictures of drinking tea with chopsticks, the scene of them sleeping without touching any surface. Huh!! they brought the dream back. Some times i get serious about actually chasing that dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Regarding the title, i was thinking what to name it.. thanks to Eagles song Hotel California, that was playin on my laptop. It played "such a lovely place , such a lovely place, such a lovely face......."&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/8502579195616840616-8285885637186282621?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8285885637186282621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8285885637186282621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8285885637186282621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8285885637186282621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-lovely-place-such-lovely-place.html' title='Such a lovely place, such a lovely place'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-5063648816039881834</id><published>2008-11-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:34:02.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Just wearing a T-shirt, i came out to have my lunch, i felt the warmth of sun pleasing on this winter evening. As we sat down to eat pizza, sun slowly slipped down, i felt a chill in the air. I have to take a jacket, go to lab, make a presentation and probably ekta is psyched up after today's episode. The episode is nothing complicated, a rather simple one. Rancho offered me to come over to his room and play some piano, both are beginners. Well!! I didnt even begin to learn. I insisted him on playing valse, a classic piece from chopin. Then i came down to go to lab, thought just strike once on door of Meet's room. I ended waking him up. He was in no situation to entertain me, he pointed out a science reporter article by Karthik. As i was busy reading through it, my phone played a seriously weird music. I never remembered an instance, where i set that music for some event. Definitely confused, I looked at the screen of my mobile, Alas!! it said " Preeti's Birthday". I thought "yeah!! ofcourse it is !! today is nov 27th.." But that's an STD call, I need to recharge my phone account. I left hurriedly leaving the article behind, to shop for recharge coupons. As I walk to shop, i thought about how important birthday's are in people's life. Too many incidents flashed into my mind, some were sweet, some were suspicious, some were bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    I remembered chatting with a friend of mine, we had a really good time when we were kids. I had a kind of break during 11th and 12th class with my relations  from school. So i fetched up all the contacts and started building up on the relations again. She asked me a question, a question I hate very much, the answer to which seems not important with respect to me, not even a little. So she asked me " Do you remember my birthday?", for obvious reasons I dont know the answer. I dont think birthday is some great event in ones life. I still remember some of my birthday's when i tried dozing off whole morning, but had to attend calls just becoz some people were "concerned" about me and they "cared" about me. And hence I hated that day, a few times. So I replied I dont remember any body's birthday, infact I can't. Then she started telling me how bad I am, I never knew that much "bad" about me. Then she started refining her statements, she had told that she now realized that she was not considered a good friend of me by me, which is not at all true. And our relation was never the same before this event and after this, not even for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;    April 19th, thats my birthday [not stating with pride as it apparently sounds], Well its infact on April 20th 2 am, I received a call from an unknown number. I thought "thats really convenient time to receive birthday wishes, I dont mind this call!! ". I received it with full energy, i hear a shrill voice in a very small amplitude. It said "shh...". I thought somebody is in serious trouble, they must have called me for help. I reduced my energy and inquired who it was. It was my friend, and for god's sake she called to wish me. Dont get startled for this weird statement. There is something I would like to explain. In Andhra Pradesh, 11th and 12th class are called intermediate. And so called intermediate colleges are really serious regarding the rules for girls in hostel. They are not supposed to call any strangers, and they are not supposed carry mobiles with them. But even to call parents, they should get through a very long queue at the STD booth. So some people secretly maintain mobiles phone with them, that always remain switched off, and call parents or someone they wanted to call very silently very secretly at really odd times. Believe me!! I also went through such things, it is a serious pain in the ass, its not easy as it sounds. So this friend of mine picked up a mobile which a friend of hers maintained quite secretly and called me at 2 am!! Thats another instance when I thought "is Birthday such an important issue !!"&lt;br /&gt;    Recently I have been to Taiwan, there I made a really good friend. Her birthday was on November 11th, I thought i should call her and wish her. That's the least of courtesy I am supposed to show for the help she did to me. I called her and wished her. Her happiness had no bounds, I swear to god she literally went crazy. Obviously I felt happy too, hearing her that happy. After the call, i again thought "Is Birthday really that an important event!!"&lt;br /&gt;    I recharged my mobile, called her and she also felt happy. she described the gifts she received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Unfortunately all the events concerned to this issue are girls, so i always justify myself saying, girls do over-react most of the times.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-5063648816039881834?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/5063648816039881834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=5063648816039881834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/5063648816039881834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/5063648816039881834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-2909029564252530016</id><published>2008-11-03T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:57:45.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies - movies  : all around the world</title><content type='html'>Waiting for five people at select city walk, i gazed lazily at the fountain. And just thought about too many things, i cannot list here. My feet tapping to the waltz played on piano, its a beautiful piece of classical ever invented. Browsing through all the topics ahead of me to think of for the next two -three hours. The most intriguing one being movies and the next one movies. Yeah I am a movie freak, Then why i am  i waiting outside alone, instead of watching "Fashion", a movie made by madhur bandarkar [notorious of screwing short worlds, in the name of making realistic movies], like the rest of my friends. I already watched it and i didnt like it, not one bit of it. A movie is not about presenting one single idea using a thousand unrealistic, illogical shots. I am not in a position to give a clear cut definition of what a movie is, yet i have the complete right to give an analysis of a movie.  Having watched atleast 200 of the imdb top 250 movies, a classic like shawshank redemption can be easily distiguished from fashion. If i am not wrong at comparing them, one being  #1 on the list of all movies and the other being a "Bollywood Sparkler".  Definitely i am not, whatever is the movie, whoever made it, i dont care. Finally its me who is watching it, its me one person one brain one perception at the recieving end. The other i read an article of rakshit, which describes less watched yet classics, in campus rumpus. No wonder i watched three of them, fourth one i m not sure. Not all latest movies are about time-slicing and computer graphics. The Dark Knight which i claim to be the best movie i watched in every respect, it has got perfection, logic. If a movie chose to be a one-man or one-woman movie, the crew should make sure that the character has the potential to carry entire movie. unfortunately the "joker" in batman movie had too less role compared to the potential it had and the "meghna mathur" in fashion had too less potential for the time and emotion given to that role. Ofcourse the potential of actor also counts, but thats not all. The very formulation of a character should be so much researched and put forward, that it should demand a level of potential in the actor.  Well the discussion ends nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-2909029564252530016?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/2909029564252530016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=2909029564252530016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2909029564252530016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2909029564252530016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/11/movies-movies-all-around-world.html' title='movies - movies  : all around the world'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4217185105992226960</id><published>2008-10-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:16:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A biography of 5 min</title><content type='html'>This is the first time i ever thought of putting my thoughts on a piece of paper, right as they occurred to me. I feel a bit nostalgic, im just not sure about what i m feeling so though. Since the fans in the class room were static, I feel a warmth around my body. The air, though a little bit cold, is refusing to carry my heat, the heat my body is generating for unknown reasons. The warmth I used to feel under the asbestos sheets in the middle of summers, exactly during the chemistry class in 12th class. I didnt like any of the feelings, though i liked to memorize it and compare it with contemplative feeling im getting now. Im not just sure what dream I m chasing, I ve been chasing, I ve chased so far. But i feel intensely energetic to chase those surreal dreams. I am working so hard for the btp, without expecting any returns, none frankly. its not that im really interested in it, if im given a chance to live life differently, im sure i wudnt let that oppurtunity slip out of my hands. Any change or difference intrigues me,  makes my thoughts oscillate in an n-dimensional space. Rather oscillate is an organised movement, my mind hsa got really unorganised, unexplained and unperdictable movement. Berry always says its fast, but i see what he is failing to foresee. Its so fast that no interest, no likeliness, no preference, no priorities remain the same all the time. I try to stick to principles, but its hard, they dont change and i get bored of them; i get bored by the rules; i get bored by the leaves that doesnt move; i get bored by the things that doesnt change. I know what i have been craving in my life so far; just a change, a change that keeps changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: I wrote this in cyl 110 class totally bored of what he was teaching, no thinking involved this just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 2: Berry is Mr. Gaurav Berry , my BTP partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 3: BTP is Btech Project, we are supposed to do it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4217185105992226960?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4217185105992226960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4217185105992226960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4217185105992226960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4217185105992226960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/10/biography-of-5-min.html' title='A biography of 5 min'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8237476796257109954</id><published>2008-09-05T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:36:24.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saare jaha se acha</title><content type='html'>As i sip through the dip tea&lt;br /&gt;standing in a waiting line&lt;br /&gt;on the dusty road outside ATM&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sultry climate pricking,&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to wave my hand&lt;br /&gt;to a friend passing by, a cell rang.&lt;br /&gt;Not mine, not of someone i knew,&lt;br /&gt;Ringtone in a feeble monotone sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saare jaha se acha hindustan hamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was lost in the song, so was i in the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bhaai saab!! aage badiye..." &lt;/span&gt;A call,&lt;br /&gt;from some one standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;No!! there was no place for me to advance,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are the guys still working at the atm!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;No !! they already left , why was i still waiting!&lt;br /&gt;The line was cut, by two "gentle-men",&lt;br /&gt;gentlemen -by the way they were dressed,&lt;br /&gt;gentlemen -by the way of their conversation,&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the same mobile again, i disagree,&lt;br /&gt;I totally disagree with that, my country, India&lt;br /&gt;is not the greatest country on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to be one, we never.&lt;br /&gt;I know i would either leave the cup on ATM,&lt;br /&gt;or throw it one side of the road, may be spit&lt;br /&gt;on it just to add to the havoc i just created.&lt;br /&gt;As i enter the csc, i slam the door on the face&lt;br /&gt;of the person right behind me, look at the marks,&lt;br /&gt;recently uploaded and feel jealous abt good-scorers.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to think different,&lt;br /&gt;think decent, disciplined and good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much fun to let other people down,&lt;br /&gt;watch my nation going down, bribe&lt;br /&gt;the people directly reasonable for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha ! I proudly hail , I am an Indian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are Indians !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8237476796257109954?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8237476796257109954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8237476796257109954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8237476796257109954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8237476796257109954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/09/saare-jaha-se-acha.html' title='saare jaha se acha'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-2831738965139223235</id><published>2008-08-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:57:39.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream long awaited</title><content type='html'>Lights... camera... Action ...&lt;br /&gt;"He is not a criminal, he is a creator!!! He created sensation" These were the words spoken by Puneet Issar about a character by name Tagore played by mega star chiranjeevi. May be these words are spoken before a camera to be screened as a fiction, but they did carry complete sense right to the hearts of people. For one moment and exactly for once did the people think right. They gave him a call, as he describes, a call to take part in their daily life troubles. As always he did answer it, this time in a way that led himself right into the people. Yes he is joining the stream of politics just to make it clean, literally. His speech was mind blowing, as a matter of fact he is a good actor, so good is he at his heart. This is the first time in the history of any politics , atleast in india, where a person with such huge following, with a lot of humanity and zeal to serve people coming into politics. The way he accepted the fact that we are lagging behind in basic amenities on par with developed and developing countries, instead of just bragging about "samskruti","parampara" and "charithra" as would any other politician do, is the beginning of the difference he is going to make. He is the only one that could be instrumental in changing the way atleast 5% of indian population think. All this started on the birthday of social service symbol mother teresa. The name of the party is "praja rajyam" [people's empire] the caption "preme lakshyam, seve margam" [ love is the goal, service is the path]. So watch out for a great change in Andhra pradesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1 : I really loved the caption but it wud be awesome if it was reverse, as in , service is the goal and love is the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2 : For all the dudes and dudettes of other states, please dont envy the development here. Try making a very good human being such a powerful icon [ i dont think amitabh or srk satisfy all the required conditions].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3 : "Inta varaku nayakulu party lo puttatam chusanu, ippude telisindi asalaina nayakudu janallo pudatarani..[till now i have seen leaders emerging from parties, only now have i seen that actual leader emerges from people....]" by K S Viswanath to the same tagore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-2831738965139223235?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/2831738965139223235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=2831738965139223235&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2831738965139223235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2831738965139223235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-long-awaited.html' title='A dream long awaited'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-1224708406347119085</id><published>2008-08-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:13:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One from Sree Sree</title><content type='html'>If any body wonders who sree sree is , he needs no explanation. For those who can speak telugu or understand a little of it, they already know him. And for those who cannot, he is a poet out of your reach for appreciation. I just felt like writing this one, this one is in all my cells, i cannot forget this even if im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na gatha saisava raga malikala pratidhwanulakai&lt;br /&gt;poyina balyapu cherigina padamula chihnala kosam&lt;br /&gt;ontariga kurchundi oorupulu, kadile gaaliki kabalamu nistu&lt;br /&gt;pramada veenalu kamachi padaga, sela yellanu lellanu lalistu&lt;br /&gt;paatalaniki paltee kotti vaitaranee nadi lotulu chustu&lt;br /&gt;santamule kekantamuga digbranti lo munigi,&lt;br /&gt;gutukalu vestu, metika virustu ita kurchundina&lt;br /&gt;nanu chustunte navvostunda, udutallara budutallara&lt;br /&gt;idi naa geetam vintara...... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was entirely from wat i remembered.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-1224708406347119085?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/1224708406347119085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=1224708406347119085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1224708406347119085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1224708406347119085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-from-sree-sree.html' title='One from Sree Sree'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-2956834000400590260</id><published>2008-08-07T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:18:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling of zero mass</title><content type='html'>Standing on the edge, I had very less time to think about many things. Soon my mind revised the period of two months , a little more though. Starting with the memory of bloody mary ordered by meet on the jetairways flight to hongkong through very many things till the feeling of the stickiness on hands due to the sultry climate at macau. A quick glimpse through many things, as if i were watching a video in fast forward mode. I recalled the lectures of many people trying to teach the course "How to eat with chopsticks". The memory of suspense i used to face before every meal, about what i eat made me giggle a little. Meeting with new people, roaming around new places. I could recall each and every face, each and every location. I was pretty much successful in capturing visual perception onto a CCD sensor and then storing it in some NAND gates. But  what about my other senses, my very fast fading memory will not let me remember the feel of tasty snake we ate in snake alley of taipei, the smell of various teas and the touch of very friendly people. There are some shots of our action on the beaches, but that is not all, infact that is not even up to the mark. And the mafia games, which proved that dying is really really easy. Teaching debbie how to swear in hindi during the science park visit, where we were made to listen to 4 chinese presentations. Believe it or not we were happy at the end of the day, we got so many souvenirs. Yeah all the narration behind these thoughts had some words with french accent, I imitated them so much that i actually started speaking that way even unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;Behind every funny moment, there was a really charming young lady by name fish, it was me who provoked that name. If there was any person who made "my trip to taiwan" very very enjoyable that is fish alone. I cannot say that others didnt help me, but what she did was more than helping.  I cannot imagine my self acclimatizing in taiwan, without her. As everyone know friendship is very heavy , i realized this while carrying her gifts home. This made me smile more.  The very language of chinese is so difficult, i remember meet hopping between various restraunts saying "I am a pig", where he actually meant "I eat vegetarian".  Yeah meet's vegetarian troubles made me laugh . I dont know if it is called duality, my mouth opened for a different reason looking at the ground, seas and islands about 233 m below me. The count ended there, i took off the platform to feel the gravity in its full strength.Yeah I am talking about the bungee. It was totally awesome, and now I am talking about the whole trip.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-2956834000400590260?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/2956834000400590260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=2956834000400590260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2956834000400590260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2956834000400590260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-of-zero-mass.html' title='A feeling of zero mass'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-1664644754578361439</id><published>2008-06-02T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:55:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A charming success story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/SEO1XNM0BPI/AAAAAAAAEHM/qV0oVvXJYSw/s1600-h/rms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/SEO1XNM0BPI/AAAAAAAAEHM/qV0oVvXJYSw/s320/rms1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207205004455445746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the success stories in software industries start with millions or billions of dollars earned from a piece of software.  I never consider them to be success stories in context of softwares, they make up great articles in all business magazines and inspirational documentaries.  But how exactly can a software success story be defined?  Can it be defined as a software with about 2 million lines of code written by a "team" of 3000 or so without investing a dollar, or without even knowing each other in person. They are not from the same institute, not from the same state... not even from the same continent. But it was possible for them to build a software that huge[ it is not exactly one software]... No enterprenuers involved, no investments involved. Just using a small bandwidth and the interest to tackle problems, A community is formed, a huge community, broader in many aspects than any other community. I would like to thank richard stallman and linus benedict torvalds for their "free" thoughts. Each of them being no less than steve jobs or bill gates in their technical and interpersonal skills... Thanks so much for building a world for the software users to live in. A dream land where everything is free to use, and everything is changed the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/SEO1PNM0BOI/AAAAAAAAEHE/y7cAH6GDYSc/s1600-h/rms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/SEO1PNM0BOI/AAAAAAAAEHE/y7cAH6GDYSc/s320/rms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207204867016492258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.firstmonday.org/issues/issue5_11/moon/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-1664644754578361439?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/1664644754578361439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=1664644754578361439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1664644754578361439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1664644754578361439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/06/charming-success-story.html' title='A charming success story'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/SEO1XNM0BPI/AAAAAAAAEHM/qV0oVvXJYSw/s72-c/rms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3220721190883006741</id><published>2008-05-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:18:11.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative words</title><content type='html'>People always ask me.."why do you speak about negative things almost all the time?" The answer i always thought was that its obvious. But I think there should be some change in their perception. Because one should think that ones words should make some difference. If something is already positive, you dont need to make any difference. So speaking about negative stuff is definitely not being pessimistic, its more than optimism. People should get used to accept compliments[particularly bad ones] and change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3220721190883006741?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3220721190883006741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3220721190883006741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3220721190883006741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3220721190883006741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/05/negative-words.html' title='Negative words'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3125474710675616758</id><published>2008-05-19T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:15:26.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures till 19-05-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/Taipei101"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/Taipei101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/HsinchuDowntown"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/HsinchuDowntown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/TaiwanMob"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/TaiwanMob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/CksMemorialHuanShiLongshanTemple"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/CksMemorialHuanShiLongshanTemple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/RoadMetroClub"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/RoadMetroClub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/Wulai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3125474710675616758?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3125474710675616758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3125474710675616758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3125474710675616758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3125474710675616758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-till-19-05-08.html' title='pictures till 19-05-08'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7482849315594704115</id><published>2008-04-09T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:47:51.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally Artificial Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Whenever i think of so called "artificial intelligence", I try to find related instances from the nature. Like few gentleman proposed the bee-hive study could lead to major breakthroughs in server-client models of internet. Though i do not have any knowledge about artificial intelligence and its various other aspects, this thought struck my mind.  We know the diffusion principle and stuff, where particles flow from high concentration region to low concentration at a particular rate or so. Frankly i dont know the mathematics of this even. But just a thought that if there is mall in a city, the high concentration spot, even then people move from the low concentration parts[like the road or home] to the already highly populated malls. An urban area is also an analogy of this phenomenon. The point i observed is that such a flow implies [or involves] presence of consciousness and memory. One such simple event is reverse osmosis in plants, may be there is a mechanical principle behind this[ even which im sure i dont know]. But isnt that a crest and trough on a surface could represent a 1 or 0, obvious. This obvious phenomenon is responsible for the CD which we use to store hell lot of data. So may be there is consciousness in reverse osmosis as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7482849315594704115?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7482849315594704115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7482849315594704115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7482849315594704115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7482849315594704115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/04/naturally-artificial-intelligence.html' title='Naturally Artificial Intelligence'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-2747734539939613390</id><published>2008-03-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:53:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my old friend....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you make me feel happy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you make me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh at times&lt;br /&gt;You make me cry at times&lt;br /&gt;And you scare me at times&lt;br /&gt;But still you are the one i can't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that showed me&lt;br /&gt;the light on the surface of moon&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that made me hear&lt;br /&gt;the calmness amidst a violent tide&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that made me feel&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure in the air, on top of a peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved a girl, out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;you brought her, made us meet&lt;br /&gt;I hated them, i can't dare to touch&lt;br /&gt;you blew the heads off their bodies&lt;br /&gt;I was scared watching a horror&lt;br /&gt;You played pranks frightening me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dream, thanks for&lt;br /&gt;everything you have given&lt;br /&gt;And for staying awake,&lt;br /&gt;all the time i slept............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-2747734539939613390?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/2747734539939613390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=2747734539939613390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2747734539939613390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2747734539939613390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-my-old-friend.html' title='To my old friend....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3468570378826405851</id><published>2008-03-20T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:45:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one such quote that actually made some sense, infact lot of sense, in orkut's today's fortune archive. I sat upto spend my mid semester break on something and this shows up , leaving me in a state of serious thinking about the history of various scientific breakthroughs. Immediately i wanted to log this somewhere, like this place.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 'log' I remember reading about the discovery of &lt;em&gt;log&lt;/em&gt;[logarithm], which is one such invention that startled everyone who didnot know that a sequence of flip-flops could actually compute the value of 453876 x 182725 , now i seriously doubt if anyone know what the application of a log function is. Right in my school days i used to see my friends hating the exercises of computing multiplications and divisions using log-tables. But no one ever knew that such complicated operations turned out to be simple additions and subtractions. I was fascinated by the simplification offered by log-function. The person to be praised for this is the great mathematician &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;john napier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , he is such a fascinating personality that he got this idea like bolt from the blue. There was no history for log-function, he is the person who created it. All other things in mathematics are mostly developed progressively. Hats-off to that genius..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3468570378826405851?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3468570378826405851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3468570378826405851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3468570378826405851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3468570378826405851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/03/philosophy-of-one-century-is-common.html' title='The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8448397662682121253</id><published>2008-03-01T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:39:38.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet little nanni..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R8kkOey4vqI/AAAAAAAADAA/wCFrq41j75w/s1600-h/fatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R8kkOey4vqI/AAAAAAAADAA/wCFrq41j75w/s320/fatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172705478214991522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite evident that if you know a person beyond a certain 'stranger' limit, and have been in touch with him/her for a quite a long time, you must have hated him/her atleast a few number of times. It might be anyone like a relative, a friend or anyone. But there is one person in my life, and only one to be sure, whom I know pretty well [seen her from the days she couldn't walk or talk and now, she is a completely grown youngster.] and never lost contact with her. I have been talking to her all long. I never hated her, not even for a micro-second. Though we play pranks at each other all the time. Our conversations were never formal. Whenever I think of her or talk to her, I feel very nostalgic. I don't remember most of the stupid games we used to play in the childhood. In what ever situation I am, i try to have a chat with her[except for some times, when i overlook the tab i opened].....She is sweet little fatty[oops...nanni, nandita].....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8448397662682121253?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8448397662682121253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8448397662682121253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8448397662682121253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8448397662682121253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-little-nanni.html' title='Sweet little nanni..'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R8kkOey4vqI/AAAAAAAADAA/wCFrq41j75w/s72-c/fatty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6398617906659351444</id><published>2008-02-07T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:44:21.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><content type='html'>When u know u r wrong, u r not anymore......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6398617906659351444?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6398617906659351444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6398617906659351444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6398617906659351444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6398617906659351444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/02/wrong.html' title='Wrong'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3107013440544936248</id><published>2008-02-07T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:42:44.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R6vcb_6KpTI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/6tCzbSv38N0/s1600-h/crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R6vcb_6KpTI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/6tCzbSv38N0/s320/crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164463771280385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5 years back on Feb 1 2003 that seven human beings,&lt;br /&gt;I donno their caste&lt;br /&gt;I donno their country&lt;br /&gt;I donno their gender&lt;br /&gt;I donno their color&lt;br /&gt;Still I owe them so much.....risking their life not for a breakthru in science but for showing, what might have been called 'unity', exists. I am very proud to look into sky and salute at them, where they still are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commander: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_D._Husband" title="Rick D. Husband"&gt;Rick D. Husband&lt;/a&gt;, an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Air_Force" title="United States Air Force"&gt;Air Force&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel" title="Colonel"&gt;colonel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mechanical_engineering" title="Mechanical engineering"&gt;mechanical engineer&lt;/a&gt;, who piloted a previous shuttle during the first docking with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Space_Station" title="International Space Station"&gt;International Space Station&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-96" title="STS-96"&gt;STS-96&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pilot: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_C._McCool" title="William C. McCool"&gt;William C. McCool&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Navy" title="United States Navy"&gt;Navy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commander" title="Commander"&gt;commander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Payload Commander: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_P._Anderson" title="Michael P. Anderson"&gt;Michael P. Anderson&lt;/a&gt;, an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Air_Force" title="United States Air Force"&gt;Air Force&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel" title="Colonel"&gt;lieutenant colonel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physicist" title="Physicist"&gt;physicist&lt;/a&gt; who was in charge of the science mission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Payload Specialist: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilan_Ramon" title="Ilan Ramon"&gt;Ilan Ramon&lt;/a&gt;, a colonel in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israeli_Air_Force" title="Israeli Air Force"&gt;Air Force&lt;/a&gt; and the astronaut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Specialist: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalpana_Chawla" title="Kalpana Chawla"&gt;Kalpana Chawla&lt;/a&gt;, an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India" title="India"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aerospace_engineering" title="Aerospace engineering"&gt;aerospace engineer&lt;/a&gt; on her second space mission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Specialist: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_M._Brown" title="David M. Brown"&gt;David M. Brown&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Navy" title="United States Navy"&gt;Navy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain" title="Captain"&gt;captain&lt;/a&gt; trained as an aviator and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_surgeon" title="Flight surgeon"&gt;flight surgeon&lt;/a&gt;. Brown worked on a number of scientific experiments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Specialist: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurel_Clark" title="Laurel Clark"&gt;Laurel Clark&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Navy" title="United States Navy"&gt;Navy&lt;/a&gt; captain and flight surgeon. Clark worked on a number of biological experiments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;source of details: Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;Source of emotions: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3107013440544936248?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3107013440544936248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3107013440544936248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3107013440544936248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3107013440544936248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/02/worst-disaster.html' title='The worst disaster'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R6vcb_6KpTI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/6tCzbSv38N0/s72-c/crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-9208633141237165959</id><published>2008-01-11T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:09:18.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration lies no where far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R4hZGxQ9CdI/AAAAAAAACtA/Ye0OZvDSuN0/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R4hZGxQ9CdI/AAAAAAAACtA/Ye0OZvDSuN0/s200/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154467746364066258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. G Rama Krishna Reddy, PhD&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a man, one who wants to start from no-where should definitely know about. He is a son of a clerk, who rejected him to take up math [his interestin subject] at his college level. Just becoz they had to pay for it, in commerce my dad got a free admission. so he was then forced to take up that. He completed his education and then started a degree college, with practically no experience at hand he started a college in a small building for which he had pay a rent. But as i said he is not  an easy man. The idea blossomed now it developed to Sree Rama Krishna Degree College Autonomous. It now has three four storeyed buildings owned entirely by college, a state-of-art library building and a girl's hostel.Recent achievements of the college include "College with Potential for Excellence" by UGC [http://www.ugc.ac.in/notices/Press_release06CPE.pdf ] and NAAC accreditated 'A' [186th entry on http://naacindia.org/Colleges.asp?state=1 ]. He didnot rest with one success. He started Sree Rama Krishna P.G Centre, which also holds same position as the above. Hope i got one-millionth of my dad's determination and hard-work, definitely with his support I can dream and achieve of anything I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-9208633141237165959?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/9208633141237165959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=9208633141237165959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/9208633141237165959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/9208633141237165959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspiration-lies-no-where-far.html' title='Inspiration lies no where far....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/R4hZGxQ9CdI/AAAAAAAACtA/Ye0OZvDSuN0/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-2572869469391865924</id><published>2007-12-27T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:07:28.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin is intelligent, more in using words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There is no fundamental difference between man and the higher animals in their mental faculties. The lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that doesn’t exist."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I love fools’ experiments. I am always making them."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"False facts are highly injurious to the progress of science, for they often endure long; but false views, if supported by some evidence, do little harm, for every one takes a salutary pleasure in proving their falseness."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Mathematics seems to endow one with something like a new sense."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"We can allow satellites, planets, suns, universe, nay whole systems of universes, to be governed by laws, but the smallest insect, we wish to be created at once by special act."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I feel most deeply that this whole question of Creation is too profound for human intellect. A dog might as well speculate on the mind of Newton! Let each man hope and believe what he can."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The slowest goat sees the last sunset last".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Physiological experiment on animals is justifiable for real investigation, but not for mere damnable and detestable curiosity."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but rather the one most responsive to change."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"When the principles of breeding and of inheritance are better understood, we shall not hear ignorant members of our legislature rejecting with scorn a plan for ascertaining by an easy method whether or not consanguineous marriages are injurious to man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-2572869469391865924?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/2572869469391865924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=2572869469391865924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2572869469391865924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/2572869469391865924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/12/darwin-is-intelligent-more-in-using.html' title='Darwin is intelligent, more in using words'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-9082661310881295644</id><published>2007-11-13T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:52:17.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BrickOS is very old</title><content type='html'>Dudes...!!! BrickOS was written for very old versions of currently advanced softwares and the bad deal is that it doesn't work on current systems. Just follow the link u'll be able to install brickOS on your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cse.iitd.ac.in/~ee1050329&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems like :&lt;br /&gt;/lib/float/fixsfsi.s&lt;br /&gt;:195 Illegal operation&lt;br /&gt;/bin/sh: -p&lt;br /&gt;brickemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g++&lt;br /&gt;h8300&lt;br /&gt;hitachi&lt;br /&gt;brickOS&lt;br /&gt;legOS&lt;br /&gt;linux&lt;br /&gt;brickemu&lt;br /&gt;emulation&lt;br /&gt;simulation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-9082661310881295644?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/9082661310881295644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=9082661310881295644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/9082661310881295644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/9082661310881295644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/11/brickos-is-very-old.html' title='BrickOS is very old'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6442566507367943384</id><published>2007-11-10T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:11:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches Sketches lot of them......</title><content type='html'>I don know what happened to me these days. I made sketches at the rate of almost 1 per day...Have a look at them.... they are not bad for a starter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/g.vamsi.iit/Skech"&gt;Archive of all my sketches...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6442566507367943384?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6442566507367943384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6442566507367943384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6442566507367943384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6442566507367943384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/11/sketches-sketches-lot-of-them.html' title='Sketches Sketches lot of them......'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4228244172021393038</id><published>2007-11-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:06:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extracts from biography of kalpana chawla</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been through the biography of Kalpana Chawla, the real star from India. The following are the inspiring statements in her own words :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think inspiration and tied with it is motivation, for me, definitely, it comes every day from all people in all walks of life. It's easy for me to be motivated and inspired by seeing somebody who just goes all out to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The path from dreams to reality does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get onto it and the perseverance to follow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Religion is something which gives you peace of mind. And to me flying brings tremendous peace and satisfaction - so flying is my religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do some thing because you really want to do it. If you're doing it just for the goal, and don't enjoy the path, then I think you're cheating yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You just need to put in time and effort, but don't be too oriented towards the goal. You must enjoy the journey, because whether or not you get there, you really must have fun on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are people who accept you because it's a novelty and people who discourage you because it's just a novelty. If they can change you - you too, can change them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All these were truly inspiring and motivating so I just made a note of them here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4228244172021393038?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4228244172021393038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4228244172021393038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4228244172021393038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4228244172021393038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/11/extracts-from-biography-of-kalpana.html' title='Extracts from biography of kalpana chawla'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6896674172681650646</id><published>2007-11-04T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:04:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination Beyond the skies......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Ry37gvpZG6I/AAAAAAAABJU/lwjenBUlrOg/s1600-h/kal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Ry37gvpZG6I/AAAAAAAABJU/lwjenBUlrOg/s200/kal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129032090609327010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read a book about Kalpana Chawla....She has the strongest determination among the individuals i know. She is one such great person that every body has to admire rite from her tender age. Kalpana Chawla's love of flying led to her career as a NASA astronaut. She started her higher education in India, earning a B.S. in aeronautical engineering from Punjab Engineering College in 1982. Moving to the U.S., she turned to aerospace engineering and received her M.S. from the University of Texas and her Ph.D. from the University of Colorado. Chawla joined NASA in 1995 and was assigned as mission specialist on the space shuttle STS-87 in 1997, becoming the first Indian-American woman to go into space. She was a crew member on the Shuttle Columbia when it broke up upon reentry to the Earth's atmosphere in February 2003. No one can imagine how she hurled over the obstacles, turned down the rejections from her father [though  he was very easily convinced by others, he was a good man...]. Those are aspects that give high inspiration. I offer my tribute to this brave Indian girl. HATS OFF TO HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6896674172681650646?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6896674172681650646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6896674172681650646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6896674172681650646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6896674172681650646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/11/determination-beyond-skies.html' title='Determination Beyond the skies......'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Ry37gvpZG6I/AAAAAAAABJU/lwjenBUlrOg/s72-c/kal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7387546844587283901</id><published>2007-10-27T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T05:13:30.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRAVZ SCRAPPED ME BACK</title><content type='html'>Im utterly very happy that I could get a scrap from my most recent crush..seriously i was simply stunned the way she appeared in the movie.U ppl definitely know her,else I don even care to let u know who she is...No offense for my older crushes though...I couldn't manage not to think of her at least for an hour [ excepting some critical times..sleep..food &amp;amp; others...]... I donno im simply toooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scraps are as follows....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ...: hello sravs....[i prefer to call u so]....U hv to know some thng... maa  institute lo happy days movie did not actually hv that effect,though evaraina "  rey happy days chusava " ani adigite ....reply simply is .."lite mama.!!!  ..[winking]...kaani sravs matram katti raa..".... Simply the whole iit-d telugu  students are mad abt u [ includin me of course]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRAVZ :   thnks :) m overwhelmed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...:A small gift for ur short reply &lt;a href="http://www.cse.iitd.ac.in/%7Eee1050329/DSC01232.jpg"&gt;http://www.cse.iitd.ac.in/~ee1050329/DSC01232.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRAVZ :   hey that is a nice drawing thnks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7387546844587283901?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7387546844587283901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7387546844587283901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7387546844587283901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7387546844587283901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/10/sravz-scrapped-me-back.html' title='SRAVZ SCRAPPED ME BACK'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-378452234642484969</id><published>2007-10-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:59:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet heart  shows up to me..by me   [;)]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RyNSO_pZGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/qOyrPF6Ule4/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RyNSO_pZGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/qOyrPF6Ule4/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126031218434448114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RyNR3PpZGuI/AAAAAAAABGk/rjRGP7ia7Ng/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RyNR3PpZGuI/AAAAAAAABGk/rjRGP7ia7Ng/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126030810412554978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minor was a bit hefty with all three "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighter" &lt;/span&gt;exams done in first two days...But later it was extra ordinarily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chill &lt;/span&gt;that the other two also didnt go that well.....but there definitely was an outcome during those days....here is the result of what you can say hard work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-378452234642484969?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/378452234642484969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=378452234642484969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/378452234642484969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/378452234642484969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-sweet-heart-shows-up-to-meby-me.html' title='My sweet heart  shows up to me..by me   [;)]'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RyNSO_pZGvI/AAAAAAAABGs/qOyrPF6Ule4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-387613270131134818</id><published>2007-07-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:53:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an artist can show up himself.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Rp7esngywuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/F7GIW0OR1pg/s1600-h/ATgAAADVWi86YpZgypfiLkVNe8MSdftDbYZnzcPX8bohFcjxa0Bp0tB8r7b9fltwIeFoRVGPP9Y3nNFT1ZPw2tRkrjjxAJtU9VCO3dBhmRmdnO3DvQh70G4cz3OMyw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Rp7esngywuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/F7GIW0OR1pg/s320/ATgAAADVWi86YpZgypfiLkVNe8MSdftDbYZnzcPX8bohFcjxa0Bp0tB8r7b9fltwIeFoRVGPP9Y3nNFT1ZPw2tRkrjjxAJtU9VCO3dBhmRmdnO3DvQh70G4cz3OMyw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088749487077376738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some days ago , mosquitoes woke the artist in me up. First i sketched an image of hitler, though i didnt put that pic up . One could look at that pic and clear identify the identity. So i sat up to experiment with my own portrait. It was a bit irritating to keep looking at my own image. Yet patiently i was able to finish the work. Looking at image one whoever knows me can identify the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-387613270131134818?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/387613270131134818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=387613270131134818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/387613270131134818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/387613270131134818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/07/artist-can-show-up-himself.html' title='an artist can show up himself.....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Rp7esngywuI/AAAAAAAAAoY/F7GIW0OR1pg/s72-c/ATgAAADVWi86YpZgypfiLkVNe8MSdftDbYZnzcPX8bohFcjxa0Bp0tB8r7b9fltwIeFoRVGPP9Y3nNFT1ZPw2tRkrjjxAJtU9VCO3dBhmRmdnO3DvQh70G4cz3OMyw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4054157774949272327</id><published>2007-05-22T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:52:09.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mypod shuffle... I like the ordered inorder.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RlKhGKTVy6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A5FFCOekGBw/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RlKhGKTVy6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A5FFCOekGBw/s320/DSC00739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067289657961991074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Recently i bought a new ipod shuffle. One can go and look at its site ...but damn u don get a smaller and sleeker electronic device... its smaller than most of these timex watches and sleeker than motorola mobiles.... and lighter than ...i don know any device as comparable to this... and it shouts at full capacity for 12 hrs.... u can look at the images.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4054157774949272327?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4054157774949272327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4054157774949272327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4054157774949272327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4054157774949272327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/mypod-shuffle-i-like-ordered-inorder.html' title='Mypod shuffle... I like the ordered inorder.....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/RlKhGKTVy6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A5FFCOekGBw/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6726177428073370166</id><published>2007-05-17T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:21:24.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poet always leaves traces of his passage, not proof.</title><content type='html'>When the nature comes up with an idea ,it expresses it's idea through slowly rising winds waking all the neighbor leaves that were sleeping in cluster escaping from the cold drops of climate and coming out to have a supper of sun's never ending rays that merge nowhere. And those child leaves wake up and start crying only to produce an irresistible music of rattling , the older ones leaving the tree after getting a proper farewell from their offsprings. All these take the form of words and the sense starts from the roots of a neuron which responds only after the heart start beating differently, then the time of hand starts which starts writing these onto some thing visible.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6726177428073370166?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6726177428073370166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6726177428073370166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6726177428073370166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6726177428073370166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/poet-always-leaves-traces-of-his.html' title='A poet always leaves traces of his passage, not proof.'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4872672143263802564</id><published>2007-05-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:25:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And finaly the day has come.....</title><content type='html'>So Finally the day has come... My stupid hard disk committed suicide due to hot temperatures at delhi...You don believe im blogging from a computer without a hard disk... God damn!! itz nite 3'o clk and my stupid brain got some stupid idea to check &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orkut.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... for which i did something...and finally just by removin my hard-disk I managed to open up my orkut account....It is very nice.. isnt it???.... blogging from a shit piece of computer which lacks a component by name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hard disk&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please guys and girls....don fk wid ur hard disks... they are very reluctant to u..... :(&lt;/span&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/8502579195616840616-4872672143263802564?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4872672143263802564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4872672143263802564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4872672143263802564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4872672143263802564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-finaly-day-has-come.html' title='And finaly the day has come.....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4205430924647262883</id><published>2007-05-07T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:51:28.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most confusing words : A reason and An excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A reason can be called an excuse&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;only when the failure is accepted".......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;When ever some one starts giving some reason, mostly reasons are given when there has been something done where some other thing is expected, people or to be specific higher authorities start saying "Don't try to give excuses!!.." ... God damn!! what they don't get is that it is a reason not an excuse and only in a few situations reason can be claimed an excuse... Damn them that such a situation is very rare because not every different thing is wrong... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4205430924647262883?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4205430924647262883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4205430924647262883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4205430924647262883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4205430924647262883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-confusing-words-reason-and-excuse.html' title='Most confusing words : A reason and An excuse'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-3102934319845149348</id><published>2007-05-05T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:46:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting a nice add-on for firefox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Recently I ve seen all the addons for mozilla firefox..Soon I found this one very useful where blogging is majorly done from one computer and the speed of internet is very slow… At the very initiation of this programme it takes time to load.. But later it works very fine and publishes directly into ones account… The name of the plugin is &lt;i&gt;Performancing &lt;/i&gt;….Just check it out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-3102934319845149348?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/3102934319845149348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=3102934319845149348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3102934319845149348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/3102934319845149348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/presenting-nice-add-on-for-firefox.html' title='Presenting a nice add-on for firefox'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8558328357059190800</id><published>2007-05-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:48:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some space for time</title><content type='html'>"Space has given me freedom to review any part any number of times...I think time must have also given me freedom to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***view&lt;/span&gt; any time at any number of spaces....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; means thr is no such word as review referring to lookin again on time axis... as some word referring to lookin again on space axis..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Just lookin at time and space together..don just start thinkin that Im a guy mad abt physics that too the part of physics generally people hesitate even to talk abt...Sorry for causing such a misunderstanding.... This statement or sentence made has been just a thought in my mind for many months... just start thinkin abt it...it wil eventually make sense ... Doesn't it??.. u can watch one particular place any number of times u want... but just think of something like converse of it ??... You will soon realize  thatz  just so interesting that  one can waste  days just thinkin abt this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8558328357059190800?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8558328357059190800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8558328357059190800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8558328357059190800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8558328357059190800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-space-for-time.html' title='Some space for time'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6399040854230657345</id><published>2007-05-05T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:10:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for thoughts</title><content type='html'>Generally my friends keep on scolding me for changing my profile on orkut. One can't believe I change it almost regularly. C'mon thatz not my mistake.. I think , I think and then instead of forgetting about the crap I thought, I frame some sentences or some phrases, seriously saying they look quite logical and interesting.. You don believe it rite!! Just forget about all that crap and read the sentences I hv written... Don worry I will be writing the way I got to them or the way one should get out of them ;) .. just keep going even if you don like one of those...it just mean that you did not get that one rite buddy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6399040854230657345?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6399040854230657345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6399040854230657345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6399040854230657345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6399040854230657345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-thoughts.html' title='Time for thoughts'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-6186282604496626746</id><published>2006-11-08T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:28:53.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for my friend</title><content type='html'>From the shore of birth,&lt;br /&gt;I set off to sail life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my weak boat I set off,&lt;br /&gt;the foe winds letting me down&lt;br /&gt;and the friendly ones putting me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the waters as I go through&lt;br /&gt;I faced a drizzle which was you&lt;br /&gt;The meet,so pleasant I could feel&lt;br /&gt;rainbow there,a guest for my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle so simple,made my life so happy&lt;br /&gt;Then my sight went over the unseen ends,&lt;br /&gt;where the sun meets seas,rainbows form.&lt;br /&gt;How happy could I feel!! unimaginable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things were not the same.&lt;br /&gt;As I crossed miles across only to find,&lt;br /&gt;that special drizzles only cause rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! dear I could feel you so special&lt;br /&gt;not the first time I met you,nor the second&lt;br /&gt;Only after seeing all other drizzles......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt; - Vamsidhar Reddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-6186282604496626746?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/6186282604496626746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=6186282604496626746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6186282604496626746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/6186282604496626746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/11/poem-for-my-friend.html' title='A poem for my friend'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-7898396906771705877</id><published>2006-10-30T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:08:12.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW OF THE MOVIE "DON" .</title><content type='html'>Recently I have seen the movie "DON" starring sharukh khan, priyanka chopra and many others. Watching this movie was quite interesting. Though my level of understanding hindi is low, I have been clarifying all the doubts from my friend. There were many dialogues which impressed me a lot. The movie ,though compressive of some logical errors, was quite innovatively planned. "Jahaa tak mai pahunch na chahta hoo uske liye yeh raftaar bahuth jaroori hai.." was the most impressing dialogue , replied by him when he was critisized for his speed in action and decision. Ofcourse he was seldom shown to be doing some great job. Songs were from the old movie. Overall the movie was worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-7898396906771705877?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/7898396906771705877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=7898396906771705877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7898396906771705877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/7898396906771705877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/review-of-movie-don.html' title='REVIEW OF THE MOVIE &quot;DON&quot; .'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4977427273645527945</id><published>2006-10-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:13:49.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamsidhar on top in google</title><content type='html'>Getiing onto the top of google's search engine is great issue worth discussing.Just check out this &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;q=vamsidhar&amp;amp;meta="&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4977427273645527945?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4977427273645527945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4977427273645527945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4977427273645527945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4977427273645527945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/vamsidhar-on-top-in-google.html' title='Vamsidhar on top in google'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8453806924820483436</id><published>2006-10-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:11:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri . Sri .</title><content type='html'>I used to hear right from my childhood that pen is mightier than sword.I never understood what it meant.It was only after reading the poems of sri.sri,I realized the actual sense in that phrase.First time I read his poem in 6th class accidentally looking at an eigth class text book.Late Sreerangam Sreenivasa rao whose name when just heard moves ones heart who ever can understand telugu.But this legend had no existence out side Andhra-pradesh.He was the first acepted poet to break open chains that were binding poetry to some rules.And wrote them in his own style,which he named "Navakavanam"[New poetry].He used to play around with words,that just by reading them one can feel the music lying in the poetry,not as a tune but that lie under the words covered by a thick layer of proper sense,very easy to traverse even by very little knowledge of language.Explaining a poet without reciting his poems is like showing Taj-mahal on a new moon day.This will be the same case even if I do so with sri.sri.All who know telugu can have a proper list and sense of his poems in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8453806924820483436?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8453806924820483436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8453806924820483436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8453806924820483436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8453806924820483436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/sri-sri.html' title='Sri . Sri .'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4578433048291191890</id><published>2006-10-08T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:24:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reference : Isaac asimov's stories</title><content type='html'>The movies that were always worth watching in context of sci-fi are i,robot and island.But my perceptions are always biased to i,robot.It's based on a wonder-ful novel from the fertile brain of Issac asimov.I, Robot is the title of Asimov's first collection of short stories. It consists of nine stories about positronic robots, united by a consistent narrative in which a reporter interviews the character Susan Calvin about her life working with robots.The Three Laws of Robotics from Asimov are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A robot may not injure a human being, or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Among all these the thing that's impressive is the way the robot explains their malfunctioning.Quite logical.Watch the movie U'll enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4578433048291191890?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4578433048291191890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4578433048291191890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4578433048291191890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4578433048291191890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/reference-isaac-asimovs-stories.html' title='Reference : Isaac asimov&apos;s stories'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-8143259504572847272</id><published>2006-10-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:43:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovation Vs Invention</title><content type='html'>The idea of invention lies in developing "everything" from "something" . Ofcourse for doing anything you need everything . If you are able to do that "anything" just from "something". It always mean that you have some how invented that  "everything" . What would be the case if "something" has to be developed from "nothing" ?? Infact this question gives rise to a term "Innovation" , where "something" is not developed from "nothing" because it's "nothing" , "something" is seriously created from "nothing" . So it does mean that every invention follows some innovation . But here innovation need not be a result of Human , it can be anything else . But very less innovations are followed by some inventions . Hence always point your goal and zeal towards "everything" of something   which leads to an invention .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    - &lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-8143259504572847272?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/8143259504572847272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=8143259504572847272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8143259504572847272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/8143259504572847272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/innovation-vs-invention.html' title='Innovation Vs Invention'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-1997430156529974569</id><published>2006-10-06T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:27:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story... just a dream away from me.....</title><content type='html'>When my mind lies free from world,and it feels quiet,It starts thinking..It starts creating ideas.Recently when I went to my home during summer vacation I was quite idle.Then it was very feasible for a creative story to take it's birth.But still it has'nt taken it's form to completeness.A vague idea moves from one corner to other in my brain never forming a proper shape.Im now planning to manually mould the ideas formed into a proper story.But for more about that You need to check out this place very often....&lt;br /&gt;     -&lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt;Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-1997430156529974569?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/1997430156529974569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=1997430156529974569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1997430156529974569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/1997430156529974569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-just-dream-away-from-me.html' title='A story... just a dream away from me.....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502579195616840616.post-4734189192288760900</id><published>2006-10-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:22:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my own domain.....</title><content type='html'>Waiting for something like this I have been creating lots and lots of pages.But what should I do? So is my contentment regarding web-pages. Once I design some thing I always find it boring after some days. After all Im also a human being.I would try to stick on to this template.If I don't create anything impressive than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://vamsidhars.org"&gt; Vamsidhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502579195616840616-4734189192288760900?l=vamsidhars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/feeds/4734189192288760900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502579195616840616&amp;postID=4734189192288760900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4734189192288760900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502579195616840616/posts/default/4734189192288760900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamsidhars.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-my-own-domain.html' title='Finally my own domain.....'/><author><name>vamsidhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866251373693328293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BllBhK7ctkM/Sgpp5QqqF1I/AAAAAAAAJp0/juPycBaMUsg/S220/travel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
