<?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-10999895</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Writing is always Sexy !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111458425278681422</id><published>2005-04-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:44:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World :)</title><content type='html'>Don't know if you have read this before...but it is awesome stuff. Came as a forward from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Worldwide survey was conducted by the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question asked was: "Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey was a huge failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason: In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant, In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant, In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant, In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant, In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant, In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant, And in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111458425278681422?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111458425278681422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111458425278681422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/world.html' title='World :)'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111458225433171894</id><published>2005-04-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:10:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CC - Courtesy Copy !</title><content type='html'>I did not know this. And I bet you didn’t know either…unless you work with NASA or ISRO or Mossad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all CC our mails in our daily life. But do you know what CC stands for? Carbon Copy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I got you! It is wrong. I came to know yesterday that CC stands for “Courtesy Copy.” So much for all those orders from my boss: ‘Send Rajesh the mail and CC me.” I guess, he should stop using the word “CC”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left me wondering what “BCC” stands for. Apparently, it does mean “Blind Courtesy Copy” because the protagonist is blind to the information that somebody else has also been CC-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could confirm that “BCC” stands for “Blind Courtesy Copy”…I thought it was an acronym for “Blind Carbon Copy” …ofcourse.....Hey…would you want to forward this Blog url to your friends? If yes, why don’t you CC me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy Copy, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111458225433171894?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111458225433171894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111458225433171894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/cc-courtesy-copy.html' title='CC - Courtesy Copy !'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111448950694007860</id><published>2005-04-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:25:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie again</title><content type='html'>I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. I have never figured out why the sexual desire gene gets thrown into a state of turmoil, when it hears the words "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says the words that every husband on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, Let's go to the cashier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for awhile.. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charlie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111448950694007860?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111448950694007860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111448950694007860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/charlie-again.html' title='Charlie again'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111441429394684826</id><published>2005-04-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:31:33.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schumi is back !!</title><content type='html'>It was arguably the best race this season !! Man Watta Race !Should say you missed a lot if you are a F1 fan and missed the San Marino GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started with MS in the 13th position ---- few laps and a two pit stops later , we saw MS racing up to the second position - He finished the race on position 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of firsts in this race ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - First race this season that was a pleasure to watch !&lt;br /&gt;- We did not a Alonso - Trulli 1-2&lt;br /&gt;- Saw MS on the podium for the first time this season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First half of the race seemed to move with the same excitement as any other race generated this season - not much to talk about. If in the first half , the camera focus was on all other drivers and cars , we saw Schumi steal the second half.... Although Schumi did a brilliant job , I must give due Credit to Alonso who did a wonderful job of blocking Schumi all the way till the podium....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see a ferrari 1-2 in the next race :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111441429394684826?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111441429394684826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111441429394684826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/schumi-is-back.html' title='Schumi is back !!'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111406973425505893</id><published>2005-04-21T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:48:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish....</title><content type='html'>**Sometimes i wish that i never saw you, that i never met you and that inever knew you. its not because I don't like you, neither because I hateyou, but because i felt fear that one day I might lose you..**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111406973425505893?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111406973425505893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111406973425505893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/wish.html' title='Wish....'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111406887988616599</id><published>2005-04-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:34:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my True love.....</title><content type='html'>It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On examination it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in&lt;br /&gt;such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111406887988616599?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111406887988616599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111406887988616599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-true-love.html' title='my True love.....'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-111399270703565211</id><published>2005-04-20T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T03:25:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From birth to a certain level&lt;br /&gt;Shapes and grows under one shelter &lt;br /&gt;Faces lots and lots of ups and downs &lt;br /&gt;Loses the grip to face the obstacles ahead &lt;br /&gt;Leaves it half heartedly, ... turns back &lt;br /&gt;A rising call from the background &lt;br /&gt;Come on ,Come on, Start it again &lt;br /&gt;Starts, think of his dreams and desires&lt;br /&gt;Learnt and acquired from the corners &lt;br /&gt;Shapes the life style to the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Works hard, Concentrates deeply towards the goal &lt;br /&gt;Works through days and nights sincerely &lt;br /&gt;Again the wave of ups and downs &lt;br /&gt;Now, At ups , Appreciation and graces all around &lt;br /&gt;At downs, encouragemets and advises all around &lt;br /&gt;Caught the clear picture towards the goal &lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice, Dedication, Sharing all around &lt;br /&gt;The gaps seems to be very small &lt;br /&gt;Finally attains the glory and relaxes for a while &lt;br /&gt;A flash passes through the mind&lt;br /&gt;And thinks of "HOW" did I get through ?&lt;br /&gt;Some time later , realize the answer for "HOW" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can U Guess, - "HOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because of friends like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-111399270703565211?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111399270703565211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/111399270703565211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-birth-to-certain-level-shapes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-110906616873627095</id><published>2005-02-22T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:56:08.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog - A Man's Best friend ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;A Dog Named "Sex"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Spot". Icall mine Sex. Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I wentto the City Hall to renew the dog's license, I told the clerk that Iwould like a license for Sex. He said, "I would like to have one too!"Then I said, "But she is a dog!" He said he didn't care what shelooked like. I said, "You don't understand. ... I have had Sex since Iwas nine years old." He replied, "You must have been quite a strongboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would liketo have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the weddingwas over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and mywhole world revolves around Sex." He said he didn't want to hear aboutmy personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told himeveryone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we weremarried at the Justice of the Peace. My family is barred from thechurch from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog with me. Whenwe checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room forme and my wife and a special room for Sex. He said that every room inthe motel is a place for sex. I said, "You don't understand. ... Sexkeeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began,the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just lookingaround. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest. Hesaid that I should have sold my own tickets. "You don't understand," Isaid, "I hoped to have Sex on TV." He called me a show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody ofthe dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but Sexleft me after I was married." The Judge said, "Me too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her.A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4o'clock in the morning. I said, "I'm looking for Sex." -- My casecomes up next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damntroubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other daywhen I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me,"What seems to be the trouble?" I replied, "Sex has been my bestfriend all my life but now it has left me for ever. I couldn't liveany longer so lonely." and the doctor said, "Look mister, you shouldunderstand that sex isn't a man's best friend so get yourself a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;- Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10999895-110906616873627095?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/110906616873627095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/110906616873627095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/02/dog-mans-best-friend_22.html' title='Dog - A Man&apos;s Best friend ?'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10999895.post-110906566270252494</id><published>2005-02-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:48:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirupachi - What Vadham ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;V have never got a sequel in tamil movies as compared to Hollywoodmovies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But here is one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Thirupacchi" - Bagavathi Part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a scene in the movie - 'Maganadigan' where a director ll btelling a story to Sathyaraj (with that 'Dubbatta Dubbatta' song).Sathyaraj ll refuse to act in that movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But that Luckychance was then offered to Vijay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now the Story.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Vijay is an "Aruva maker" near tirupacchi, has a 'pasamalar' kindsister. She has no costume designer for the movie. So, she ll wearingonly Vijay's Nike shirts.... Only in tamilmovies.... even pattikkattu heroes ll b wearing such kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever these come in one frame, music ll automatically start....'lalala....lala...lalala'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, back to the story. Vijay wants his sister to be married to a cityguy only and gets an idiot from chennai. Vijay comes along with themarried couple to chennai. as u expect Trisha is the next door gal, will fall in love with the Hero(Who wants the reasons after all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cut the story there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Introduction of Villains (saniyan sagadai, pattasu balu, panparag ravi).Each one of them rule different parts of Chennai (North, South, Middle)and has different manerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pattasu balu (played by Pasupathi) ll kill his oppenents by usingcrackers. (Our Hero ll spoil it once by using water just like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Panparag Ravi (new villain) ll kill his oppenents by using Cockroachsprayer. (our hero uses the same thing to kill him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n the ultimate Saniyan Sagadai (thotta sennivasarao) ll kill hisoppenents by using his dialogues itself. (our hero ll also give some'Punch' dialogues b4 killing him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Continuation of Story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Hero gets shocked by the gundas in chennai, worries for his sister'slife and gets his friend killed by one of the villain. (They ll projectChennai as dangerous as Iraq n Afghanistan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vijay sends back his pregnant sister to his village and promises hissister's child (unborn) to bring back peace(......!) in Chennai b4 hisbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally as u all expect he kills all the villains in Chennai and hugsTrisha (they ll show only that 1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Police ll happily celebrate New Year. and inbetween all these there are 5 fights, 6 songs, 1000000 sentimentscenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before killing the villains Vijay ll give a punch Dialogue... 'Idhukolai alla.... VADHAM'. These dialogue also suits the movie... &lt;strong&gt;'Idhupadam alla.... VADHAM'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Thirupacchi" - Blade illa Aruva..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guys... I prefer u to watch this movie if U,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Have lot of money/time n donno what to do with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Want to see a 200% comedy movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. feel that 'Sullan', 'Bagavathi', 'Red' r the worst movie ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. is an Ajith Fan.&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/10999895-110906566270252494?l=vidyarajaram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/110906566270252494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10999895/posts/default/110906566270252494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidyarajaram.blogspot.com/2005/02/thirupachi-what-vadham.html' title='Thirupachi - What Vadham ?'/><author><name>Vidya Rajaram</name><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></entry></feed>
