<?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-6148341181968966043</id><updated>2012-02-08T09:52:06.897-08:00</updated><category term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><category term='Kollywood Calling'/><category term='Hollywood Talkies'/><title type='text'>3STRANGERS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-7819127498827546380</id><published>2007-08-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:45:15.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>The Necessary Evil</title><content type='html'>Sorry, we are late in updating our blog but we are obviously the latest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided the date of our farewell considering the exam fixture. We just understood the importance of time and what changes it would bring to ones character. Windsor Castle was selected as the venue and it became a bizarre celebration in our (those who value friendship) life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of strangers was once again the same with the return of the heavy one. He was loosing weight and he could see the sleepy eyes through the rounded specs. He remained content within himself, chaos filled the air and we started to believe that there is some thing called ‘destiny’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the others side, the soil was fertile and it prevented reflections from it, but the impaired vision was seeking only the springs underneath it .The soil allowed the weeds to grow,the rain came and went,the growth of the weeds were fast as time. The most trusted myth of truth was scattered as the soil was heading towards the transition to a desert with full of mirages, again the word echoed in the ear holes, destiny....every time with a hug we told to each other ’its life, never try to hold it tight in your hand because it will ease through your fist like the soil in a closed fist’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last feast together, we departed like every other batch of students but we were certainly leaving behind our foot steps in our college. We three stayed together and enjoyed a few more days in golden tower, and then we departed for exam preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back after spending some dizzy days at home, we were the same, empty as we left but none of us was nervous about the exam. We were so calm that even the usual last night preparations went haywire, we were sitting in a room ,face to face, haunted of some weird reasons .But ,as always ,we survived the exams and this time we were not worried  about the results. At last, we vacated Golden Tower and the roads before us separated into three different paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next…..only God knows….the thunderstorms and tides are over….the sea is calm from the surface….showered in the moon light, the strangers are going for new voyages but this time having a hurricane in mind against the tornados of the world. We were the same but improved, we learned to shout, to walk against the adversities and more importantly to survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unending memoirs are still waiting you, but this time not from the college….from three different places…..new terrains, new soil, new quests and new relations……we invite you to the road we took and the paths not taken, we will give you a spring instead of a flower, an ocean while you search for a drop of water and we will always shout instead of whispering that ‘we were, we are and we will be friends, friends for ever’.&lt;br /&gt;So, keep searching for the STRANGERS, here we come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-7819127498827546380?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/7819127498827546380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=7819127498827546380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7819127498827546380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7819127498827546380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/08/necessary-evil.html' title='The Necessary Evil'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-7732112545233107853</id><published>2007-06-06T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:29:02.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Talkies'/><title type='text'>Pirates 3: This will go down to Davy Jones locker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/RmbFb9u8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cViNk86Dfco/s1600-h/potc3_group_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/RmbFb9u8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cViNk86Dfco/s320/potc3_group_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072959114498063234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2007 has been a year of average trilogy endings and a few good movies for Hollywood. This one has brought down POTC series to a new low. Despite this, the movie is raking in money at phenomenal pace. This movie franchise has been all about one man, Jack Sparrow, the lovable, clever and witty pirate. &lt;br /&gt;Johny Depp plays the protagonist with such flourish that anybody would have thought he was a pirate in his previous life.Geoffery Rush as Barbossa comes a close second to him. But the rest of the cast seems to be lost in the sea. It might be an understatement to say that Depp carries the whole series on his shoulders. But Mr.Gore Verbinsky seems to think otherwise. What we see in Pirates of the Carribbean 3: At World’s End is more of the boring Will Turner  (Orlando Bloom) and Elizabeth Swann (Kiera Knightly) and less of Jack sparrow. There are cheers all around when Depp appears and groans can be heard when the other two appears with their romance.&lt;br /&gt;The film seems to be catering more to a good lot of special effects rather than a plot. There is no plot or even a story to tell in this one. Story if any is that of Barbossa,William Turner and company seeking to bring back Jack sparrow from the davy jones locker in order to help them defeat Lord Cutler Beckett’s aim to put an end to the Pirates legacy once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the movie was like going through a washing machine and having a really dirty wash. This one is the longest of the series and arduous of them all. Jack Sparrow wisecracking to his other selves presents the best moments of the movie. Special effects is absolutely stunning. Especially the climactic battle was breathtaking. Overall, a movie for a one time view ( for Johny depp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking: Watchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-7732112545233107853?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/7732112545233107853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=7732112545233107853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7732112545233107853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7732112545233107853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/06/pirates-3-this-will-go-down-to-davy.html' title='Pirates 3: This will go down to Davy Jones locker'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/RmbFb9u8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/cViNk86Dfco/s72-c/potc3_group_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-2782835827451058383</id><published>2007-06-06T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:12:18.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>Over and Out</title><content type='html'>We stepped in to the last semester and there was a ton in store for us. Everyone was finding an organization for doing the final academic project. We three invaded Cochin and went to different companies and at last we got it. The heavy one was accommodated by Idea cellular Ltd.and the other two hid their heads in Blue Star Ltd. Now, here begins the second part of our story. The first one who got placed from our batch was none other than our heavy buddy and we were glad, but at the same time the pain of missing our friend haunted us.  Even a job and the so called workahollism did not affect our friendship, thanks to the free connection provided by Idea. &lt;br /&gt;We were climbing the stairs very fast and the final count down was in progress, the propellant was already ignited by the great warrior, time. Even the thought of leaving the college and the golden tower was beyond our imagination but we accepted the unquestionable arrogance of time gradually.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody was busy with settling the relationships while somebody was expecting a nod, painful faces tried to be content with their company. By the end of the semester, everybody was back with their projects but an invisible barrier was separating&lt;br /&gt;everybody, the corridors stood silently watching all.&lt;br /&gt;At last, one ceremony was left before pulling down the curtain, the clouds of July and the monsoon birds were singing the song ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;strong&gt;“It’s the time to depart&lt;br /&gt;                                   To find the ways apart,&lt;br /&gt;                                   Find the joyous terrain &lt;br /&gt;                                   Hide your tears in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   It’s the time to depart&lt;br /&gt;                                   To heal your broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;                                   All will end and will end well&lt;br /&gt;                                   Its time to say a mighty       FAREWELL”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-2782835827451058383?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2782835827451058383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=2782835827451058383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2782835827451058383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2782835827451058383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/06/over-and-out.html' title='Over and Out'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-45268163721347553</id><published>2007-05-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T06:18:26.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood Talkies'/><title type='text'>Spiderman 3: Its a thin webbing this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rk2fT6iOi1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PIiyIdfwOAA/s1600-h/sm3_wp1_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rk2fT6iOi1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PIiyIdfwOAA/s320/sm3_wp1_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065880320340822866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has been keying up their spider senses for 3rd part of the spiderman series.It had a lot to do if it had to cross or even equal the 2nd in the series, which is considered as one of the best superhero movies of all time.With three supervillains, director Sam Raimi had a task at hand trying to lend some plot to it.&lt;br /&gt;    The first thing you notice about the movie is its intro. It just misses out the comic book intro of the other two that perfectly matched Danny Elfman score.There is no need to tell the plot,anyway simply telling....Peter parker is now engaged to Mary jane watson and his alter ego spiderman is enjoying enormous popularity among the public.Harry Osbourne his best friend still believes that Spidey or Peter Parker killed his father and this belief inspires him to take up his fathers mantle as green goblin.Spidey has also to content with two other villains Sandman alias Flint Marko his uncle's murderer and also The Venom.Leaving out the subplots,Parker has  some time to explore his own dark side which wrecks havock with his personal life but gives expansive power to his existing spidey powers.&lt;br /&gt;    The star of the movie quiet unlike the other two  is the Special FX.The moment of the movie,efx at its peak is without doubt flint marko becoming sandman.J.K.Simmons as J.J is the only saving grace in the acting department perfectly matching the character in that of the comics.The biggest dissappointment of the movie is spidey's greatest menace,Venom.Eddie brock parkers rival, changes too quickly to venom(atleast to spidey fans).Overall,the movie is watchable for special effects.But for any die hard spidey fan, its a big letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking: Watchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-45268163721347553?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/45268163721347553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=45268163721347553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/45268163721347553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/45268163721347553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-its-thin-webbing-this-one.html' title='Spiderman 3: Its a thin webbing this one'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rk2fT6iOi1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PIiyIdfwOAA/s72-c/sm3_wp1_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-7802133126772899910</id><published>2007-05-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T06:13:31.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kollywood Calling'/><title type='text'>Paruthiveeran-A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rkxbz6iOi0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCOTuVdjlfo/s1600-h/tmpphpvpqNdQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rkxbz6iOi0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCOTuVdjlfo/s320/tmpphpvpqNdQ.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065524628329237314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film released with the publicity campaign based on Karthi, Surya’s brother. Well, if you are not ready to go the theatres expecting it to be a ‘beginner’s image making film’, you are missing one of the versatile film in recent time. The film is versatile not because of its story but of its treatment to the story, frames, fantastic editing and more importantly strong characterization, full marks to director, Ameer&lt;br /&gt;The story is happening in a ‘chandiyar’ village. The director cleverly uses the flash backs and the dramatic childhood love scenes to make the frames attractive. Our hero is an inborn courageous fellow who saves the life of the heroine and the story doesn’t give away any chance for predicting the next scene. The first half lacks some pace but it includes some cleverly picturised songs. The film is basically a love story but said in a three dimensional way, cleverly mixing up the character portrait of ‘Paruthiveeran’, his love and the chandiyar society. Unlike her other films where she resembled as a tannic body, Priyamani did a fair job in the film.&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is that neither of the new comers are looking new to the celluloid and Karthi did a superb job for the lead role. You will find a little bid difficulty in understanding the colloquial Tamil but the frames will tell you the story. The back ground score and the music is average while the superb script and directors cut makes the film good.&lt;br /&gt;The film is a tragedy and you can witness a terrific climax which will haunt you even after leaving the theatres. You can find a rude paruthiveeran, a beautiful but bold Priyamani and the paddy fields of internal Tamil Nadu. If you love positive deviations in films, you should book a ticket for the next show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade Verdict: Super Hit&lt;br /&gt;Ranking: Must See&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-7802133126772899910?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/7802133126772899910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=7802133126772899910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7802133126772899910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7802133126772899910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/paruthiveeran-review_17.html' title='Paruthiveeran-A Review'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BGzWXo_042U/Rkxbz6iOi0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCOTuVdjlfo/s72-c/tmpphpvpqNdQ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-7703395275083214210</id><published>2007-05-12T07:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:45:59.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>The Lost Premises</title><content type='html'>We went for the second industrial visit, oh no, this time there was nowhere to visit. The locations were very exotic and the equations changed this time, constants deviated from its value and all equations were reformulated. We saw the greenish mountains standing with unquestionable pride, the isolated valleys stood miserably in silence, the disgraced monkeys and the human invasion in the nature’s premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody enjoyed the new company while somebody lost in memories of the old trip. When we reached in Salem, the heavier one vanished into thin air. We looked every nook and corner but not able to find the heavy unidentified object. When he returned, he was hiding something from us; at last he opened his small fist, wow! it was a ring for  his beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world tour ended in Veegaland and once again we were back in our burrow. The third semester was in a hurry and we were not prepared for the exams because of the Berchnova. All opened the sleeping texts and the fierce battle between the sleep and study begun. We did not stop the night outs but shortened its time period. Thanks to the black tea, cigarettes and potato baji’s for making us a winner in the battle with the sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Some time, we went for cinemas which melted the exam mist.&lt;br /&gt;The exams were over and once again we discussed the possibilities of a pass, the finance people were very much confident about the pass. We waited patiently for the fourth and final semester and we felt an unknown burn inside because of some weird reasons, may be it aroused from missing the beloved.&lt;br /&gt;So, the full and final is in the making, keep reading to our renderings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-7703395275083214210?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/7703395275083214210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=7703395275083214210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7703395275083214210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/7703395275083214210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-premises.html' title='The Lost Premises'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-5543446174822551586</id><published>2007-05-12T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:46:30.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>The Phoenix with its ashes</title><content type='html'>Time was running like a mad horse and time was ripe for the annual management event, The Berchnova. Now, that was a real test for all of us as we were given separate tasks. We unanimously (?) elected the chairman for the event and in the daily night meetings in front of the college, the tasks were divided. &lt;br /&gt;The guy with the specs was given the responsibility of making the Brochures and the other printing works. The one with green eyes was in charge of the kitchen and the local boy was given the guest relations. It looked like a play of puppets for us when our seniors did it but we came to understand how big the iceberg was, once we touched the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understood many things and the main thing we came across was that if we are taking this much stress for an event, what could be the mental dilemmas faced by our parents for grooming us to this level. We plead to all parents that please forgive us for our sins. Don’t leave them for a career because a career cannot bring back a lovable amma and a scared father, (of course he is scared of you and your future). &lt;br /&gt;Everybody (we were 28) worked very hard, nights became days and we were cumulating the sand to make the mountain. We painted the toy cars with nail polish because we didn’t get any paint. We slept in railway platforms to cut short the expenses. We preserved the energy like a camel while we worked like a powerful horse. We complimented each other even though there was some noise during the playback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brochures became ready within the stipulated time frame, we three worked like a single cohesive unit and thanks to the heavy wagon from Kannannur for her suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;After the ‘world premier’ of the printing items, we explored the cities for hidden treasures. We booked the arena and we decorated it for the war. All suffered for making this event great, the chairman lost another inch in tension, the fair ones became tanned in the Jan sun, the decent changed to the nervous and soil was asking for the rain in the draught because of her committed hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For we three also, the same happened: The heavier one was happy and the local boy was concerned because of one single reason, loss of weight. The guy with the specs changed his eye gear to a contact lens for better vision with a better power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the day came. All things went right in place and we cropped the filled paddy fields. Every one was tired but there was a smile round the corner of lips. Though the participants were less compared to the previous event, our feast was far ahead than the others.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the Phoenix rose to the air with its ashes in wings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this we covered the Indian and Arabian oceans, but the real curls of pacific and the trenches of Mariana are yet to come. For scooping to the depths, keep going with the strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-5543446174822551586?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/5543446174822551586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=5543446174822551586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/5543446174822551586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/5543446174822551586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/phoenix-with-its-ashes.html' title='The Phoenix with its ashes'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-6604339290738062806</id><published>2007-05-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T07:31:50.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions/Confusions of the Strangers</title><content type='html'>Well…Well…Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off guys for making our humble effort an overnight sensation….with Talks…suggestions …..Comments…shooting from every direction oops…DIMENSIONS…Right now we are enjoying the popularity unsurpassed by our long time Bloggers… For those who love phrases we will provide one for your future perusal….. “Silence is not SUBMISSION”….Ishtamayo….More to come……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  the  by we are a little Busy  on week days……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE THERE YET?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the spirit in which our Blog was welcomed …Thank you guyz for the support showered on us. To be frank, we expected not even one view!!! You proved us wrong….&lt;br /&gt;            “We see the World in 3D but take into heart as ONE”&lt;br /&gt;    For some, our blog may be like digging up GRAVES, for others misery lovers mind-share and for the rest …SPEECHLESS…ahem.. ahem… Each and everyone has their own Dimension and that made you respond to our Blog. Here we have tried to share some of our own with the rest of the world. If you guys took up some of the roles yourself …Its just becoz you have identified with the same….Poor Chaps….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;Ms 'This is the way we always is '&lt;/strong&gt;,we have asked Mr Thick lens to thicken  it some more so as to permanently block certain cheesy views. Asking open ended questions are not that hard &lt;strong&gt;Ms 'This is the way we always is' &lt;/strong&gt;.And Berchnova was not one of ours Marriage or Son’s Birthday…It was a group activity were in each and everyone got involved  somehow or other…As a matter of fact who benefited out of it Mr Calorie OR Father’s Friend????If food committee was Mr Calorie’s personal  then What was BERCHNOVA???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Berchnova…..Ya….&lt;strong&gt;Mr 'Chairman' &lt;/strong&gt;Smart guys forget pretty fast…Right  …Do you remember ‘someone a lot more heavier than you’ sharing something about  the behaviour of our Banker two years back???Have you spend sometime to think what it catapulted into???Too professional to remember…or Amnesia????&lt;br /&gt;Yes,You are right “ Ellam Thurannu parayunnathanu annugalude lakshanam, pakshe Anungalodavanam ene ulloo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all like Questions we will provide you some …Not  the usual open ended ones…All of you guys are 3Dimensional Thinkers so we will Provide you 4 Dimensions…Yes one Dimension BILKUL FREE…..ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn  1. How do you feel the “ three strangers” reacted to the goaded comments?&lt;br /&gt;(a)    Podey Podey…  (b) Poo …Hoyyy  (c)Thaan Podooo  (d) snore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn  2. The first person to call &lt;strong&gt;Mr 'Superman'&lt;/strong&gt;“Crooked and Selfish” was ______&lt;br /&gt;(a)    Mr Thick Lens  (b) Mr calorie (c) Mr Slim Guy (d) One of your OWN FRIENDs&lt;br /&gt;Qn  3. If the slim guy prefer to abstain from the “jolly company” its becoz _______&lt;br /&gt;(a)    He loves it (b) Imperious Curse (c) Magic wand (d) Koodothram&lt;br /&gt;Qn  4. The Person who benefited the most out of the Berchnova Food committee was&lt;br /&gt;     (a)Mr Calorie (b) Mr Thick Lens (c) Mr Slim guy (d) &lt;strong&gt;Ms 'This is the way we always is’s&lt;/strong&gt; Father’s Friend&lt;br /&gt;Qn 5.The one and only person who is supposed to Patch up issues during Berchnova is&lt;br /&gt;(a)    Obviously Chairman (b) If not Chairman who else  (c) Mr Chairman&lt;br /&gt;(d) Ms Chairperson&lt;br /&gt;Qn  6. An Ideal Friend should _______ when two friends are having a row with each other&lt;br /&gt;(a)    Sit on the bed and smile (b) Try to heat it up (c) Look up the sky (d) Take a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn  7.The blog was started by the strangers becoz of some ________&lt;br /&gt;(a)    Social issue (b) Ethical issue (c) Political issue (d) Serious issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth may be subjective but all that matters is who has the Guts to come forward with the Untold Truth…&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our college life as everyone did and the blog  too has its reflection …Perhaps you may not have noticed becoz of  the 3D effect…..Kannady eduthilla Alle….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-6604339290738062806?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/6604339290738062806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=6604339290738062806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/6604339290738062806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/6604339290738062806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/confessionsconfusions-of-strangers.html' title='Confessions/Confusions of the Strangers'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-3860794468594558848</id><published>2007-05-07T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:50:37.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>The Prelude</title><content type='html'>We went for our first industrial visit (don’t misunderstand, it’s only a tour) in the second semester to visit the Hinduja’s Ashok Leyland, Hosur.It was really a nice trip and this trip gave us some memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody experienced the most beautiful moments in his life and somebody found his beloved. We were happy and enjoyed like there is no tomorrow. Our route ended in Bangalore. The boys marched to Brigade road in search of some passion flowers and the girls went off for some window shopping .There we found a girl, amidst 27 classmates, wandering alone in the city streets. The one with thick specs gave her a company (we don’t know how she felt about the company).After all the adventures in Bangalore, the back seats of our bus became a space for some drinking exercise.&lt;br /&gt; We made two good expeditions –the first was to IMK, Trivandrum and hats off, we returned with the runners up trophy. The second was for the XAMI fest but this time, we didn’t make it.&lt;br /&gt;And also we forgot to mention about our ragging season with juniors. Separate ragging sessions were arranged in hostels and the classes. Students were subjected to severe questioning from our ‘University rank holders’.&lt;br /&gt;The third semester came, we were divided due to the specialization, two of us took Marketing and Finance while the local boy’s choice was marketing and HR.The Shrewd father was back, this time with HR. His Ethics classes were very live with the opinion polls over very controversial subjects which helped to find some hidden characters in somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you won’t remember, the famous question asked by our other HR teacher-‘What is HR is?’ There was a sleeping artist; in fact a good painter who made the so called modern arts while sleeping in the HR classes, strangely the canvas was his pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-3860794468594558848?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/3860794468594558848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=3860794468594558848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/3860794468594558848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/3860794468594558848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/prelude.html' title='The Prelude'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-2666763589248698622</id><published>2007-05-05T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:52:14.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>Down the Memory Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We strongly believe that for everyone the college life stores something in its lap. We were not alone, our class had a strength of 28.The opening program was the ragging (yes, we can call it) by our beloved seniors. We got some good fellows as our seniors and got some good friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;The first semester was boring since everybody was busy with assignments and the image making process before our teachers. The main features were the boring accountancy classes by our ‘thin professor’. He used to shout when we sleep, but it was always good to watch him with that innocent face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The law classes were only for sleeping and we discovered some very effective techniques for a good nap. At first we were used to sleep sitting in the back row but seeing the fact that he always picks the wing backs, we changed our strategy. &lt;i style=""&gt;We sat just in front of him and enjoyed the sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;The economics and statistics classes were the serious ones; everyone wanted to attend the classes very seriously. The most enjoyable classes were those of statistics and marketing and the latter was an open forum for discussing the world events and politics, it was a great help to those girls who was totally unaware of our National politics. &lt;i style=""&gt;(There were girls who didn’t know the Lok Sabha Speakers name!!!)&lt;/i&gt; .We enjoyed the computer classes and the teacher often caught us playing ‘pocket tanks’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;With this post, we have only touched the tip of the iceberg, there are more to come. So, sharpen your eyes and ears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-2666763589248698622?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2666763589248698622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=2666763589248698622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2666763589248698622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2666763589248698622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/down-memory-line.html' title='Down the Memory Line'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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-6148341181968966043.post-2438071888398476116</id><published>2007-05-05T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T05:55:09.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoires Of Strangers'/><title type='text'>3 Strangers-A Flash back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;When you watch our pages, we are quiet sure that one question will be definitely raised. If we are friends, why the name 3 strangers? This flash back will answer you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Year-&lt;i style=""&gt;2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-&lt;b style=""&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-&lt;b style=""&gt;we are not sure (at that time we were not aware of the fact that we were gonna be friends, otherwise…).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-&lt;b style=""&gt;S.B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;, Changanacherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We were strangers when we met but as time flew by, we came together. We don’t know what brought us close, we were different, totally of different characters but one thing was common between us. That was the great commitment to each other, the unconditional love and friendship, forgiveness and most importantly a strange feeling that we are born to become friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;The one with good calorie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; was staying in the college hostel .&lt;i style=""&gt;The one with the thick specs&lt;/i&gt; and the third one, &lt;i style=""&gt;the thin local boy&lt;/i&gt; were staying in the flat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;As time passed by, we witnessed some strange things happening around which totally remained as indigestible in our heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We witnessed many instant &lt;i style=""&gt;relationships&lt;/i&gt; (?), the usual coffee shop &lt;i style=""&gt;friendships&lt;/i&gt; (there was a good bakery named best bakers, the baking smell was always in the air), the sarcastic jokes and some selfish persons who used their teeth for smiling and biting at the same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We saw roomies who shouted &lt;i style=""&gt;get out&lt;/i&gt; to us, roomies who enjoyed this &lt;i style=""&gt;sheer&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;arrogance&lt;/i&gt; and also, roomies who played the &lt;i style=""&gt;peeping tom in the cracked love affairs&lt;/i&gt; shamelessly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We saw guys who changed their colour like a chameleon , going for new affairs leaving behind the precious jewels, strangely finding out the physical fault which &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they once enjoyed and praised as the ‘most beautiful thing’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We witnessed the show offs, the money from the papas pocket doing the show for guys, the filled purses and the arrogance of money power. We saw these ruthless cowards acting like good friends with girls just for telling that how much he enjoyed her physical presence, just for measuring the curves with the vernier calipers of his eyes. We are not against flirting but you do it bravely, openly and be sincere even if you are doing the wrong thing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We saw good hardworking girl(s) who helplessly stood in the college corridors and their shadow of tears and the broken hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We saw smart and intelligent girls who played their parts very well, and of course there was &lt;i style=""&gt;beauty &lt;/i&gt;too for the feast. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;She resembled the soil just after the rain, she was assumed to be a cold breeze to somebody. We saw the tears in her eyes and that became the most cursed moment of life for one of us. He wept out and was going wayward, only his friends helped him to steady his horseless cart without any accident. But the strangest thing was coming to know later that those tears which he considered as equal to his life was only meant to fool him. &lt;i style=""&gt;Can anybody (especially a girl) cry just for fooling others?&lt;/i&gt; He asked this question countless times and reached up to the conclusion-&lt;i style=""&gt;some girls cry when they are angry and they are flushing up their anger with this tears.&lt;/i&gt; The sheer annoyance and the ‘me’ attitude can sometimes make a beautiful heart to a sadistic one. You wont get any me me pages in our blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Time was running mad, the one with good weight left the hostel with incurable wounds but the lovable boys at the golden tower (the above mentioned flat) helped to erase the past from him&lt;i style=""&gt;. Ah, we forgot to say about somebody&lt;/i&gt;. A lean girl with round specs came to the heavy heart and he loved her like anything and we gave our full support to their relationship. We saw a straight forward girl in her with a tongue which will give the answer irrespective of how much difficult the question is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;We experienced the happiness of togetherness and the pain of love. At the end of the fourth semester, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;we became one single unit and all ‘professionals’ became strangers for us&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; We decided that no more pain and cry, we will stay against anything and fight against the adversities. We made up our mind for survival and we survived. Even though there are some unforgettable moments for each of us, we are experiencing the happiness, even after those painful moments of our life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Now, we are sure that you got the &lt;i style=""&gt;answer&lt;/i&gt; for your question. Anyway we will tell you other stories very soon. So, keep bloging.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-2438071888398476116?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/2438071888398476116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=2438071888398476116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2438071888398476116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/2438071888398476116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-strangers-flash-back.html' title='3 Strangers-A Flash back'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6148341181968966043.post-3436546007882996582</id><published>2007-04-25T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:18:08.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Strangers - The Begining</title><content type='html'>3 Strangers are begining their stories.From now onwards we will make you smile,cry,think and show how much you are missing out in this beautiful world.The 3 Strangers blog strangely will not have any self pity posts and any display of  writing/literary prowess.Those who have an allegiance towards these type of blogging, watch out!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6148341181968966043-3436546007882996582?l=3strangers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/feeds/3436546007882996582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6148341181968966043&amp;postID=3436546007882996582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/3436546007882996582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6148341181968966043/posts/default/3436546007882996582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3strangers.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-strangers-begining.html' title='3 Strangers - The Begining'/><author><name>JVG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01642297178374820851</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></feed>
