<?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-6283129586040297816</id><updated>2011-11-01T13:17:39.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myactivehub</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-2913890616507065679</id><published>2011-10-14T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T07:51:57.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive 70 yrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" id="yiv1967890051bodyDrftID" class="yiv1967890051"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="yiv1967890051drftMsgContent" style="font: inherit; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1967890051"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" id="yiv1967890051bodyDrftID" class="yiv1967890051"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="yiv1967890051drftMsgContent" style="font: inherit; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1967890051"&gt;&lt;table class="yiv1967890051" id="yiv1967890051bodyDrftID" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="yiv1967890051drftMsgContent" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1967890051"&gt;&lt;table class="yiv1967890051" id="yiv1967890051bodyDrftID" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="yiv1967890051drftMsgContent"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;     Till Dec 2000 , C was just another alphabet for me . Later i realized it is too powerful when one of the finest joke ever was born during our s1s2  C session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1967890051Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;May be within a year, i clicked my first +1 for DR when i cleared the same in first attempt :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1967890051Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;           Years later i heard the same name while learning linux (some galz pronounce it lynex) and this time i had no doubts  to add another +1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Legends never die, DR will be with us for years to come .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1967890051Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;No matter where you are , the whole world will speak your language for years !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1967890051Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-2913890616507065679?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/2913890616507065679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=2913890616507065679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/2913890616507065679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/2913890616507065679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2011/10/exclusive-70-yrs.html' title='Exclusive 70 yrs'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-3804214477714957038</id><published>2009-01-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:11:50.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first day @ lbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4th Dec 2000&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was really excited this morning as it was my first day with lbs.But unfortunately i was late by 30 minutes(Malabar Express being the culprit).Anyway after an hour i could see some arrangements for a meeting @ seminar hall and surprisingly it started without much delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;           Truly speaking i felt really bored 'n started scanning beautiful faces among the crowd.May be within an hour our princi managed to conclude the same.Later i came to know that he was talking about ragging as it was punishable from the year onwards.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We were then grouped branch wise with group tutor Mary Reena in lead.Just like a political&amp;nbsp;possession&amp;nbsp;we all followed her to classrooms,on the way she made some remarks on the ECE labs too. As always i preferred the 2nd row but the day 1 session ended soon with a personal introduction 'n a short class by Navas sir HOD ece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But within few days i realized the fact that most of those beautiful faces i found in seminar hall were my classmates &lt;span style="color: #ff9f40; font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-3804214477714957038?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/3804214477714957038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=3804214477714957038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/3804214477714957038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/3804214477714957038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-day-lbs.html' title='my first day @ lbs'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-581391636860368250</id><published>2008-09-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:25:54.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>പാഠം ഒന്നു ഒരു ഹാസ്യം</title><content type='html'>പറഞ്ഞു  കേട്ട ഒരു കഥ  അന്ന് കേട്ടോ ... പക്ഷെ പറഞ്ഞു കേട്ടപ്പോ നിങ്ങല്ലോട്  പരയതിരിക്കന്നും വയ്യ എണ്ണ അവസ്ഥയില്‍ ആയി പോയി ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;സംഭവം നടന്നത് ഏകദേശം ഒരു കൊല്ലം മുന്പ് നവരാത്രി  സമയത്താണ്  .സ്ഥലം ഞാന്‍ കൃത്യമായി ഓര്‍ക്കുന്നില്ല പക്ഷെ കണ്ണൂര്‍ ജില്ലയിലെ ഏതോ ഒരു സ്ഥലതാന്നു !! . നവരാത്രി സമയം ആയതു കൊണ്ടു ഇത്തവണ ക്ലബ്ബിന്റെ വക വിദ്യാരംഭം സങ്ങടിപ്പിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട് . ക്ലബ്ബ് മെംബേര്‍സ് എല്ലാം ഒരുക്കി തീര്‍ക്കാനുള്ള തിരക്കില്ലാണ് . സമയത്തിന്നു മുന്പ്  എഴുതാശന്‍ എഴുത്താണിയും ആയി നില്‍പ്പുണ്ട്‌ . ഇന്ന്‌ ഞാന്‍ കുറെ പിള്ളേരെ ക്ഷ ഞ വരപ്പിക്കും എണ്ണ മട്ടില്‍  അന്ന് പുള്ളിയുടെ നില്‍പ്പ് .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;അങ്ങനെ എഴുതരംഭിച്ചു , ഒരു ചെറിയ ചെക്കന്‍ (കുട്ടി എന്നതിനു  കണ്ണൂര്‍ ഭാഗത്തുള്ള പ്രയോഗം )  അന്ന് ആദ്യം ഇരുന്നത് . എഴുതാശാന്‍  പ്രാര്‍ത്ഥനയോടെ ചെക്കന്റെ കൈ പിടിച്ചു അരിയില്‍  "ഹരി ശ്രീ ഗണപതയേ നമഹ "  എന്ന് എഴുതുകയന്ന്നു  .  പെട്ടെന്ന് എഴുതശാന്‍ അറിയാതെ ഒന്നു തുമ്മി .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;തുമ്മിയതിനെക്കാള്‍ ശക്തിയില്‍ ആയിരുന്നു ചെക്കന്റ്റെ  പ്രതികരണം "പിഴച്ചു പോയല്ലോ നായിന്റെ മോനേ !!! "&lt;br /&gt;എഴുതശാന്നു മറുപടിക്ക് വാക്കുകള്‍ ഇല്ലായിരുന്നു ..കൂടെ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നവര്‍ക്ക് ചിരിക്കതിര്‍ക്കന്നും കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-581391636860368250?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/581391636860368250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=581391636860368250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/581391636860368250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/581391636860368250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='പാഠം ഒന്നു ഒരു ഹാസ്യം'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-4238948264190946203</id><published>2008-09-25T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:12:32.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On her wedding day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On her wedding day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It break my silence over  rythm of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Was not just a call , but her wedding bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I could make out her words crafted in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;though she spelt  the words  of silence .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On the day i made my presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;with  fragrance of old memories ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I still remember her smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a memorable gift for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-4238948264190946203?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/4238948264190946203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=4238948264190946203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4238948264190946203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4238948264190946203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-her-wedding-day.html' title='On her wedding day'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-6932434480464414106</id><published>2008-05-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:14:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them never intersect !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was  bit late to reach the station that day, in other words reserved ticket delayed me.Within in a few seconds train rushed into the platform and was received by a massive crowd but not as big &amp;amp; polite as one we see near Kerala State Beverages Corp shops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/SB6qjerT5DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KVgPb851Azo/s1600-h/1845248150_8beeb2450b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196778546538996786" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/SB6qjerT5DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KVgPb851Azo/s320/1845248150_8beeb2450b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 236px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 177px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway i managed a space near the window.On a sudden i noticed a father's words nothing but "Daughter please don't stay near the steps,  do move ahead". I could see a girl around 18 yrs standing near the door,trying to get in as if forced by the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bright sun shine drained the chance of rain besides the cloudy sky.I slowly moved to dreams along with light breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It has been 3 hours now since i started.I just waved my eyes inside the coach and to my surprise i could see the girl accompanied by a guy. I felt bad since they were behaving beyond friendship thoughts. But  was really shocked to see a tamil guy with his cell cam shutter left open. May be all these were mere coincidence but i could still hear those father's words as i walk along the platform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-6932434480464414106?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/6932434480464414106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=6932434480464414106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/6932434480464414106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/6932434480464414106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-them-never-intersect.html' title='Let them never intersect !'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/SB6qjerT5DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KVgPb851Azo/s72-c/1845248150_8beeb2450b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-2422660754203147991</id><published>2008-04-10T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:17:39.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1 = 3  ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_66t_-raHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2Zz23DkwdBI/s1600-h/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187789120208595058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_66t_-raHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2Zz23DkwdBI/s320/class.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 238px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 185px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all were expecting a strike but nothing worth happened !. Mathematics lecturer entered our classroom with engg math text (Grewal).As usual he started his job 'n we got engaged in our business.For the first time i saw a bugee sleeping in the class,truly speaking i was really happy with that scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Even though we are Communication students we used the traditional way of commn inside the class locally called "chit". For those people who are totally confused with this term : Chit generally have header,body 'n each student behaves as mail servers.That day communication channels were working at the its full strength so as to avoid network congestion.Suddenly it happened !!! Our beloved sir noticed a guy sitting in the front bench passing chits.He came towards the guy as if  is going to eat him and got the chit .To our surprise he continued the class with out a single word. Later we found the secret behind the silence , nothing but the content of the chit was like this  "ithu vayikkunnavan kazhutha veendum vayikkunnavan mara kazhutha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-2422660754203147991?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/2422660754203147991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=2422660754203147991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/2422660754203147991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/2422660754203147991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/04/11-3.html' title='1+1 = 3  ??'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_66t_-raHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2Zz23DkwdBI/s72-c/class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-4234717738110249960</id><published>2008-04-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:15:15.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_l-LUu8WCI/AAAAAAAAANw/O0B2WXOxokQ/s1600-h/nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186315178903099426" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_l-LUu8WCI/AAAAAAAAANw/O0B2WXOxokQ/s320/nostalgia.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;She  danced around me all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         But  I couldn’t talk, couldn’t smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         Suppressed  my desires for long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         It’s  high time n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;ow, to be expressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;She  looked me with red eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         But  I can’t, as long as she loves me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         She  left the place a year ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         Was  colorful to walk beside it.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         But  now it’s really dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;Smiles  of joy attracted many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;But  I can't hear any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         I  still walk beside it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;                         Hope  I can hear her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-4234717738110249960?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/4234717738110249960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=4234717738110249960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4234717738110249960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4234717738110249960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories-reloaded.html' title='She loves me ...'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R_l-LUu8WCI/AAAAAAAAANw/O0B2WXOxokQ/s72-c/nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-4976069911267163615</id><published>2008-03-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:14:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5 marks !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That all happened  during my 3rd sem engg. As a part of our curriculum we do have certain assignments . Usually we do enjoy the art of copying from the so called "bujees" , but that day  my friend  (don't like to disclose his name) decided for an adventure,( nothing but to work on the assignment independently) . Unfortunately it was really a tough one , any how he completed the stuff referring lot of books especially foreign authors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-_fSUu8WAI/AAAAAAAAANg/dvjP68x7Uuc/s1600-h/RF4470548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183607202022971394" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-_fSUu8WAI/AAAAAAAAANg/dvjP68x7Uuc/s320/RF4470548.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 143px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 204px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As usual his roommate copied the same and submitted on time. After few days we got the assignments back after verification. The most interesting thing i  noticed was the marks. My friend got only 7.5/10 but the carbon copy scored 10/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Iam sure he should have been angry, but the explanation was quite simple " he has written Q instead of symbol (theta)". he soon realized the villain no one else his own handwriting :).. Anyway  he still remembers that 2.5 marks , the most valuable marks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-4976069911267163615?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/4976069911267163615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=4976069911267163615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4976069911267163615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/4976069911267163615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-marks.html' title='2.5 marks !'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-_fSUu8WAI/AAAAAAAAANg/dvjP68x7Uuc/s72-c/RF4470548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283129586040297816.post-8352389947871270342</id><published>2008-03-27T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:14:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I am a latecomer to this blogging world .. may be because i don't have anything to share with you. It doesn't mean, i do have a well written script for you now ! Anyway i have determined to scribble this space upside down like a child's first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with some childish flavours.. i feel children are  always the best to begin with..It is really  interesting to watch a child for hours .. their games , talks 'n reflex emotions etc. I personally feels some attachment since they reflects ourselves at times  , hope most of you  do agree with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-1dNEu8V-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-GH_wURxHp0/s1600-h/makalkku_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182901225363625954" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-1dNEu8V-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-GH_wURxHp0/s320/makalkku_027.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 159px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;May be for the same reason i still remember the smart hudugi &amp;nbsp;Shrishrika nr to our stay at bangalore... S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he looked  5 years 'n was always busy with her games, don't even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;attend her mother's call sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Here at cochin we got  a naughty boy , we call him internally "Luttapi" (actually nobody knows his real name).Though we know he was mischievous like anything we had a special affection towards him.. but this feeling ended up when he called one of my friend a "PIG" (:P .. without much delay me too got the same stuff .. Now we have left the place ..we really miss you luttapi :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283129586040297816-8352389947871270342?l=myactivehub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/feeds/8352389947871270342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283129586040297816&amp;postID=8352389947871270342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/8352389947871270342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283129586040297816/posts/default/8352389947871270342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myactivehub.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-first-ping.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle...'/><author><name>nidhin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17775141285876417535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px6kwcIoPGo/TrBMkkkJr5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/3BK02GjPbFA/s220/274118_696643547_1556786492_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ax4f5PMl21I/R-1dNEu8V-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-GH_wURxHp0/s72-c/makalkku_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
