<?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-6711528654274597631</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:54:14.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Between U &amp; Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711528654274597631.post-1831402479258425784</id><published>2008-08-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:45:45.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Fav</title><content type='html'>I have read so many self-improvement books , how to handle crisis , how to act tough and be brave when the situation is hopeless..Well all that is good in theory...When god decided to test how well i have learnt my theory and will continue to do so in the future , I will read the post below and always draw strength...thanks to u my friend , the rare woman...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Missing you hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This one is something straight from my heart for my dear friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I want to be there my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Be there for you and hold you on -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Be there for you when you need me badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Be there and be sure you are safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I know that you can take them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I know you have a heart too strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Too strong to stand them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And stronger still to make me calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Miss you now than I have ever known you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And I dunno how to repeat your word of solace back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You know I couldn't take them at once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But my dear - you had to pour them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for time to fly and fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for God to answer our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Will wait for that day - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When in all smiles you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That you have good news me - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And in plenty too :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6711528654274597631-1831402479258425784?l=e-sriram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/1831402479258425784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6711528654274597631&amp;postID=1831402479258425784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/1831402479258425784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/1831402479258425784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/2008/08/ma-fav.html' title='Ma Fav'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711528654274597631.post-2163949305585982864</id><published>2008-03-04T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:11:36.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajiv Rajan -- National Role Model</title><content type='html'>Pls check the article &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/mp/2008/03/01/stories/2008030150240100.htm"&gt;His PIL for social ills&lt;/a&gt; in the hindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case u dont have think time to check out the article , few excerpts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                        Rajiv Rajan prefers to be called disabled. Not differently abled. “In what way am I different from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; “I am not different from you,” he says, quoting Nelson Mandela. “I am different like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I cannot enter this van because of its steps. The steps disable me, I have no disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;“The disabled are not medically ill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Think about it..I saw his interview in Vijay TV today &amp;amp; I can assure he truly deserved the award..Incidentally we are both Capricorns , a difference of 24 hrs (I agree that piece of info is totally useless :))...Kudos to Rajiv Rajan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste,&lt;br /&gt;Sriram S &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/6711528654274597631-2163949305585982864?l=e-sriram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/2163949305585982864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6711528654274597631&amp;postID=2163949305585982864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/2163949305585982864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/2163949305585982864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/2008/03/rajiv-rajan-national-role-model.html' title='Rajiv Rajan -- National Role Model'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711528654274597631.post-5674790298381428566</id><published>2008-02-26T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:56:37.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree , leaf &amp; the  wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this wonderful forward from one of my friends.I think we have been the tree , leaf and the wind at some point in our lives..Read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div vlink="purple" link="blue"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 99.68%;" valign="top" width="99%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The interpretation of the mail is left for the reader...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its too long but worth reading..! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;People call me "Tree".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately &amp;amp; I didn't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years. She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled &amp;amp; said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something &amp;amp; watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her &amp;amp; ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she w! as laughing &amp;amp; joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles &amp;amp; best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled &amp;amp; I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;People call me Leaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I liked him &amp;amp; I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors &amp;amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp;amp; accepts the note. The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; passes me a note and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp;amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp;amp; press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself. There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available. It's best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6711528654274597631-5674790298381428566?l=e-sriram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/5674790298381428566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6711528654274597631&amp;postID=5674790298381428566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/5674790298381428566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/5674790298381428566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/2008/02/tree-leaf-wind.html' title='Tree , leaf &amp; the  wind'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711528654274597631.post-979266344046880783</id><published>2008-01-06T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:39:01.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benson &amp; Bucknor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flash news :&lt;/span&gt; Benson &amp;amp; Bucknor have been given the baggy green cap for their exceptional performance in enabling Australia win their 16 test in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent umpire fiasco has inspired me to come out of my self imposed hibernation and start writing all over again.I agree @ the end of the day it is only a game and umpires are after all human.Hmmmm.Guess we have heard that statement too often.I understand everyone makes mistakes &amp;amp; none is perfect.But 7 wrong decisions across 5 days is ridiculous.Bucknor has been a thorn in India's test performance over the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can Benson consult with Ponting if Clarke had caught the ball cleanly ?? Hell , read the rules book &amp;amp; it clearly says when in doubt consult with the sqaure leg umpire &amp;amp; then the third umpire.&lt;br /&gt;Also ponting was standing in first slip &amp;amp; clarke was in the second slip ,before him.So technically Ponting's view would have been totally obstructed when Clarke hit the ground.By the way Clarke was standing his ground in the second innings when he had clearly nicked the ball.I dont blame him bcos his buddy Symonds tried every possible way to get out in the first innings &amp;amp; umpire made sure he wasn't.Nice try Pup,but hard luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am planning to sue the ICC for the amount of time I have invested over the last 5 days in following India's performance.What should have been a great draw has turned into a humiliating defeat,thanks to the umpires.It has resulted in loss of productivity etc etc etc.The sensex had hit an all time high during that time &amp;amp; if i invested &amp;amp; followed the markets i would have earned a lot of money.I am suing them for a million dollars and all I hope to get is a murugan dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6711528654274597631-979266344046880783?l=e-sriram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/979266344046880783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6711528654274597631&amp;postID=979266344046880783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/979266344046880783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/979266344046880783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/2008/01/benson-bucknor.html' title='Benson &amp; Bucknor'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6711528654274597631.post-831499729982870024</id><published>2008-01-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:00:15.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to the old Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://igiveadamnn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://igiveadamnn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have created a new blog is that I have forgotten the username &amp;amp; password of the old one :).It is a perennial problem bcos i register for loads of websites &amp;amp; then forget the login credentials.Hoping google acquires lot of companies so that I can manage with a single account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6711528654274597631-831499729982870024?l=e-sriram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/feeds/831499729982870024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6711528654274597631&amp;postID=831499729982870024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/831499729982870024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6711528654274597631/posts/default/831499729982870024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-sriram.blogspot.com/2008/01/link-to-old-blog.html' title='Link to the old Blog'/><author><name>Sriram Sundar Rajan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15251917745101848800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
