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  Four   of us hovered around   the computer and were googling for   places to visit , Well yes it was the   outing planning happening   after 4 years! That is a pretty long time   and we realised we really have to execute the plan this time and were all excited about it. We were hogging over the potato chips and continued our search. Miss S: Let’s go GOA !! Me: Well…nearly 600 kms. 10 hours by road. We have only two days with us. Not a feasible option! Miss R: Why not coorg?? Me: No way! That place is sad! Miss S: Gokharna it is! Me: Why the holy places?? Are we planning to achieve saint hood?? Me: Madikeri…?? Miss R: BOrrrrrring! Miss S and Miss R continued rattling. I had my fingers on the keyboard and was browsing the sites which were offering the best packages and was hardly listening to their tantrums. Miss G was sitting and doing nothing and smiling away , like she always does! But this time it was a smile which seemed to be having a covert operation happening behind it. I

              Not all the time would I think of posting a topic like this. But yesterday, I was really enthralled of the doodle logo which Google had come up with. The 96 th Birthday of Les Paul, an interactive electric guitar doodle!!   KK K JK K JK L; L K KK K JK K; 11556654433221  IT was all over on my wall on facebook. Try this try that, try your name, listen how it sounds. I’m gonna become a guitarist. I wanna become famous so that I’m on Google doodle. These were a few conversations I had on my wall. Yes, it was the talk of the day. I actually did get messages on my phone asking me to check out the Google home page.   One more logo which i was impressed about was the Martha Graham’s 117 th Birthday logo. The animation looked so amazing that I had to click on it more than once to actually see the complexity involved in making it.   The other one which i could vaguely recall almost a year ago was the Pac-man logo. The game actually makes me nostalgic. When in school, Pac m

With his ragged clothes , a brown shirt which was an inch below his knee level , his hair dishevelled , a scar on his forehead , he stood there outside the crowded store , staring through the broken window pane which showcased the sweets in innumerable colours and varieties... He kept his hand on the glass , but was chased away by the shopkeeper.   He sat down on the parapet wall close by where he could get a glimpse of all the sweets which was arranged neatly in a single file on the shelves. There came a man to the stores, in his 30’s, well –groomed and looked wealthy. He ordered for abundant assorted sweets.… He took out his wallet and paid him and was about to leave, and he felt some one pull his shirt from behind… it was the boy , the boy from the parapet wall; He stretched out a 100 Rs.   note from his hand and made a sign as that was a   note fallen down from the man’s wallet. He just took the note from the boy’s hand and without even showing an infinitesimal amount of gra