Yes I have fallen in love with this amazing piece of software. I dont use Windows at all. It has everything except people using it. Just try it yourself. It can be downloaded from ubuntu site for free.
One thing u miss in ubuntu is this terribly useful IE. Yes its very bad piece of software written ... but it runs most of the live tvs :).
Also this blog post comes from the poster application from ubuntu.
Because they run so fast they create a bubble as their feet hit the water and then they push off from this bubble before it bursts 
I've never seen anything like that to be honest Ok,whats sally doing here. My friend asked me to recommend some
Romantic comedies. So I told him some ... so we ended up downloading
and watching "When Harry met Sally". Thanks Mr.Piratebay. Again if u
have doubts whether if u will like the movie. check out this clip and
make ur mind up. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-bsf2x-aeE
In case u want more.
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/guides/best_romantic_comedies/ has some
nice collections. I have seen most and would recommend for people who
are in romantic mood!!! Remember to ditch ur girlfriend before she
does it to u :).
Quite a exciting title I have for this blog of mine. It was a cold night on the September the 18th when I and my classmate decided to join the fresher's party at the Tevion debating hall at the Student Union. We were late for the party as we had some shopping to do.
As usual, we had trouble finding the place and we landed somewhere else. We still don't know which party we went to. But it was fun. It was a dance night at the student union. As usual, we were very shy to start with. With me being the experienced guy, I started asking girls to dance with me. I was a big flop as I went for a safer option of asking some girls looking like Indians. They showed that they are Indians and declined it.
What a great thing that turned out to be. Please note here all the dances were pure Scottish traditional dance. It was a dance where four girls and guys dance together. To our surprise, we joined a group of six girls and had fun dancing the group dance where we swing around and go around other pairs. It was a quite an ok dance number to start with.
There was a big break after the first dance as we started anxiously waiting as to whom to ask for to partner us for our next dance. Emma … she was smart, beautiful and nicely dressed. My first thought about her was that she will never dance with me. She proved me wrong as she asked my classmate to dance with her. I was surprised and I gathered myself fast to ask her friend to dance with me and it all worked.
This dance was an ice on the cake as it involves dancing with ur partner and changing the partner as we go along. Quite against our expectations we danced with some 50 odd girls. I mean dancing like a couple. With people forming rings, the girls go in first in to the rings and then the guys and when the guys come back they have to find a new partner to dance with. It was the ice breaker.
That was easy and I knew that for the next dance I can ask Emma to dance with me. To my surprise, she was there near me and she agreed. The next dance involves group of 4 couples with each couple doing a routine of running across and swinging around the other couples. The boys and the girls have to go around each other after each couple dances. Emma taught me all the steps and I took to it like a fish in a pond. Its no exaggeration that I danced very well with her. I came to know her liking to swing around wild and I singed around well. I usually felt déjà vu after swinging with her, even though she was quite normal.
The next dance that followed, she warned me that it's quite energetic and can I do it. I told her that I can manage and away we went. It's called the "cocktail" or something and involved swinging with our backs against each other and then dancing the traditional Scottish way. I was tired and there was a 10 minutes break right after that.
Next dance was for groups of four and all groups have to form a row. There was a swinging and clapping steps followed by four of us running across the rows with hands together. I danced with Catherine. She was Emma's friend. My friend danced with Emma.
Next dance was the most exciting of all as we had to form groups of 4 couples and involved swinging around, dancing across and then lifting the girls and swinging them around. Emma was not with me in the group, but she quickly pulled me to her side and I was dancing with her. I really liked it. Lifting the girls was very hard and we fell the first time, second time my glass fell. Emma advised me no to do it fast and do it only 3 times. So that was really fun, lifting girls and swinging around.
I was very excited when a girl asked me to dance with her for the final dance of the night. She was Alice and she was very nervous. I was very relaxed as if I can dance anything. It involves swinging around in chains. All the boys stood on one side and girls stood on the other side and we have to swing across with all the people as we dance along. It was quite a hard work.
It was all over, a night to remember. I went to Emma and her friends and thanked her for dancing with me. They appreciated that I had good timing and Emma was quick to say that "That swinging was very good". I exactly knew what she meant.
Emma … I shall never forget that name.
Few Photos of the ball! http://picasaweb.google.com/karthee.sivalingam/FresherWeekBall?authkey=Gv1sRgCMyi3ITuscDtBA#
How I started reading about Kanada cinema is a very big story and
credit should go to Rakshitha. But there was one line in
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinema_of_Karnataka#Little_known_big_facts
, which made me laugh out loud.Wikipedia recommends "Lists of
miscellaneous information should be avoided. Please relocate any
relevant information into appropriate sections or articles. "
Against all this some one has commented
"Kannada film industry is known as the most mokkayest film industry
ever known in the country, the world rather"
I think it would be removed in few days. I hope people understand what
Mokkayest means!!!
Note : I agree to this big fact thats written there. It really the
mokkayest and if u dont Rakshitha better stay away from Kannada
movies!
Note on the Note : NOM and Just joking
This can change his life , his football career. Yes Soccer is great
sport, but is also unforgiving. He will be always remembered as the
Kid who just couldnt stand his ground.
Truely speaking ... i felt very sad last night not for the Arsenal
team but for him!!!
And hope chelsea dont slip today against Barca.
Kadhal Kasakkuthaiah
Vara Vara Kadhal Kasakkuthaiah
Manamthan Love Love-Nnu Adikkum
Labonnuthan Thudikkum
Thothu Pona Kudikkum
Paithiam Pudikkum
(Kadhal)
Yararo Kadhalichu Uruppadala.. Onnum Sarippadala..
Vazhkaiyilae Enrum Sugappadala...
Kadhalai Padam Edutha Odumunga..
Theatre-Ilae Janam Koodumunga..
Devadas Avan Parvathi Ambigapathi Amaravathi
Kathaiya Kelu Mudiva Paru
Kadaisiyil Serama Vazhama Sethanga.. Enakintha
(Kadhal)
Ethanai Cinema Ethanai Drama Pathachu
Ethanai Duet Ethanai Tune Kettachu
Ithanai Pathu Ithanai Kettu Ennachu
Sakthiyum Kettu Buthiyum Kettu Ninnachu
Kittappa Antha Kalathula Kayatha Kanagathae
P.U. Chinnappa Vantha Kalathula Kadhal Kani Rasamae
Manmadha Leelai M.K.T. Kalathula
Nadaiya.. Ithu Nadaiya.. Namma Nadigar Thilagam Baniyilae
Hello Hello Sugama... Ada Amam Neenga Nalama..
Engeyumthan Kettom... Annan M.G.R. Pattukkala..
Intha Kala Ilaignar Seyyum Kadhalukku
Ilayaraja Enthan Pattirukku
Veettula Athai Padunga Pondattiya Love Pannunga
Namma Thagappan Pecha Thayin Pecha Madhikkanum
Neeyaga Penn Theda Koodathu Enakkintha
(Kadhal)
Away went the train, far too slow
Like a fainting heart, with blood too low
For a fainting sprinter
Touchline, though visible is far too away
Like water in a desert
I saw light in the tunnel
You gifted me something where I found everything
The something spoke lot of things, that you could never speak
I couldn't jump but cry as the joy was so real
With this water, I can cross this desert
With this light, I can walk this tunnel
I had crossed and I had walked
And
I'm back where it all started.
I dont know what to say
The pain so high, I could only CRY
I never knew, what pain was
I never felt, what joy is
You gave me all the joy and
The pain that I couldn't bear
but all I asked was
an ORDINARY LIFE!
I am not a poet
Though you made me write
This thing, so Beautiful
I never realised.
- A Heart that still beats!
This is not a translation but a original. Seems I can really write. I
know everyone has lots of questions
and assure you that none will be answered!
seems someone by name Pooja Narayan (Young voices .... yeah very much excited) was searching for me.
here goes what she has to say (She seems to dream a lot like me)
Beyond My Dreams
I wake up to the sound of camel dung being spattered
against the wall. My mother has managed to collect some and
is drying it, so we can have fuel for the fire. I remember her
whispering to my father last night, as I lay on my tattered straw
mat.They are worried that we will lose even this hut, if Dalalji is
not repaid in time. I always wish I could do more, but I am just
a chit of a girl.
Our tiny village, Kollengode, in the middle of the vast deserts
of Rajasthan, is probably unknown to the rest of the world.
Nothing ever changes here. Everyone is still under the control of
the moneylender. He owns the entire village, and his fancy
teashop. He even has a magical box with pictures of beautiful
girls with the most dazzling clothes. Sometimes, instead of running
an errand, I hide outside the tea-shop and peep at the TV.
I wish I were one of those girls in the magic box. I often look
at my pretty face in a little, broken piece of mirror, hidden in the
folds of my skirt. I can just hear my mother's scolding voice.
"Kya karthee hai ladkee? Soorath kis kaam ka? Ghar ka kaam
seekh!" ("What are you doing girl! What use is your pretty face?
Learn housework!") My mother never tires of saying this.With a
little money, a big house and even a motor car in the city! But
Gauri's parents are treated like outcasts, despite her success. I
wonder why!
Maybe I can borrow the money from Dalalji. He always
smiles at me and seems to like me. I feel a spring in my step,
as I walk with my water pot balanced on my head."Shoba?" I
hear my name and walk towards the sound to the abandoned
shack. Suddenly, in the dark, hands grab me and tear violently
at my clothes. I stumble, screaming, still holding the heavy pot
in my hands. I never thought Dalalji could do this.With one
powerful swing, I smash my pot against his head. He reels back,
stunned and I hit him again. He drops to the ground, unconscious.
I seize the pot and run home, sobbing, pushing my
weary legs. How naïve I have been.This is what a man wants
from a girl. No one wants to help you, really. Poor Gauri!
40
In the dark,my mother starts shouting at me, "Paani kidher
hai? Kidher gayi thi?" ("Where is the water? Where have you
been?") With tears streaming down my face, hiding my ripped
blouse, I silently pick up the basket to gather the dried camel
dung. At least we will have enough fuel for the next month.
Pooja Narayan
Yes Eureka !!! Pooja seems to know me. So hoping that she will find me .... I am writing this blog.
Note : Found out that the search text "karthee" in her article is not me but a hindi word meaning "doing" :-( .
Hindi language is also against ... me ... and my Girlfriend.
