<?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-3174468</id><updated>2011-12-12T13:39:20.175+05:30</updated><category term='Jodhpur'/><category term='Rajasthan'/><category term='Mehrangarh'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Ro Less Travelled</title><subtitle type='html'>The road I haven't travelled.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-8545541633209981841</id><published>2010-07-06T15:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:05:59.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My fave Seinfeld videos</title><summary type='text'>My favourite Seinfeld videos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/8545541633209981841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=8545541633209981841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/8545541633209981841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/8545541633209981841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-fave-seinfeld-videos.html' title='My fave Seinfeld videos'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-753009469922463177</id><published>2009-10-15T14:56:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:44:20.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>16 things I accomplished in my 25th year</title><summary type='text'>I turn 25 end of this month. And while the big five-and-twenty is bound to induce a severe quarter-life crisis (or not), I thought I might as well deal with it beforehand by listing things I did this "silver" year. Here they are, categorised:Professional:Changed jobs despite the recessionGot involved in an entirely new area of work: online/ digital/ social mediaPersonalLost seven kilos, 28 inches</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/753009469922463177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=753009469922463177&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/753009469922463177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/753009469922463177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-things-in-my-25th-year.html' title='16 things I accomplished in my 25th year'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-1301815815410067419</id><published>2009-04-28T14:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:22:52.332+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mehrangarh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodhpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajasthan'/><title type='text'>Rajasthan April 2009: Days Three and Four</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday-Wednesday, April 7-8, 2009It was time to head to Jodhpur- the Sun City. After twiddling thumbs at the airport for more than two hours, we finally got on to a tiny plane that took us to Jodhpur. Jodhpur is like any other town in India, with simply-dressed people, crowded market places and poor public transportation. But what I missed (and liked) the most was the lack of screaming outdooor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/1301815815410067419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=1301815815410067419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/1301815815410067419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/1301815815410067419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2009/04/rajasthan-april-2009-days-three-and.html' title='Rajasthan April 2009: Days Three and Four'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-5629038740516310415</id><published>2009-04-14T18:28:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:51:42.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajasthan'/><title type='text'>Rajasthan April 2009: Day Two</title><summary type='text'>Monday, April 6, 2009The first stop for Day Two was the main purpose of the trip- visiting Nathdwara, a temple dedicated to Lord Shreenathji, a form of Lord Krishna. Approximately 55 kms from Udaipur, it was mom's idea that praying at this famous temple will get me married soon. :-)Nathdwara temple wasn't crowded, perhaps due to exams, as the priests claimed. But the crowd management was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/5629038740516310415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=5629038740516310415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/5629038740516310415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/5629038740516310415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2009/04/rajasthan-april-2009-day-two.html' title='Rajasthan April 2009: Day Two'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RV3kdka8PRE/SeTS3rhhuOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/HjZ79cofUV4/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-3826384704836177313</id><published>2009-04-13T17:45:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:30:20.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rajasthan April 2009: Day One</title><summary type='text'>Sunday, April 5, 2009The day before I set out on a trip, I am in an ecstatic mood. But by the time I'm on the plane, the excitement disappears. This time it was different. Saturday was a crazy day. I had to balance work with last-minute errands and shopping. On the way to the airport next morning, I wasn't even sure I was really going somewhere. Mom and I checked in, sleepwalked through security </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/3826384704836177313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=3826384704836177313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/3826384704836177313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/3826384704836177313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2009/04/rajasthan-april-2009-day-one.html' title='Rajasthan April 2009: Day One'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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/_RV3kdka8PRE/SeNDkwNANDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/6KPv3hZ77Y8/s72-c/DSC00388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-8318200317730859130</id><published>2008-05-19T17:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:14:04.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IPL is Responsible</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago, a lady asked me, "What's this whole IPL thing going on? Why is everyone talking about it? I don't understand a word of it." Now I won't blame the lady for not knowing much about the Indian Premier League, since not every Indian loves cricket (yes, it's true!). And everyone is talking about it. It's not just the cricket and the non-performing players that Indian fans somehow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/8318200317730859130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=8318200317730859130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/8318200317730859130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/8318200317730859130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipl-is-responsible.html' title='IPL is Responsible'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-113679212761361879</id><published>2006-01-09T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:08:21.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Does she deserve it?</title><summary type='text'>Am I an Indian? Technically, yes. I hold a passport, the cover of which reads "Republic of India". But am I really an Indian? Ummm... I think so.Is Nivruti Rai an Indian? Who?? She was the first person to be given a Overseas Citizenship India card by Manmohan Singh. My question is- does she deserve it? She seemed overjoyed in the pictures in the Sunday papers, and has moist eyes during an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/113679212761361879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=113679212761361879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/113679212761361879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/113679212761361879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2006/01/does-she-deserve-it.html' title='Does she deserve it?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-112704490224525234</id><published>2005-09-18T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:31:44.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dada's Fury</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time I was a die-hard Sourav Ganguly fan. Oh well, things change. People change. Ganguly changed (or rather, his performance). If Dada's I-was-asked-to-step-down comment is true (and everyone says it is), then it just shows that this man worked when he felt his "secure" position was threatened. As Ganguly has said ever so often, he doesn't really care about what people write or say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/112704490224525234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=112704490224525234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112704490224525234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112704490224525234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/09/dadas-fury.html' title='Dada&apos;s Fury'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-112663552989644192</id><published>2005-09-13T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:52:15.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ToI apes BT?</title><summary type='text'>September 13, 2005: The Times of India, Mumbai edition, Page 8:Kareena replaces Rani as Aamir Khan's co-starRandeep Hooda, Sushmita in int'l projectYup, these are real headlines from a supposedly-real newspaper.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/112663552989644192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=112663552989644192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112663552989644192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112663552989644192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/09/toi-apes-bt.html' title='ToI apes BT?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-112663357073090699</id><published>2005-09-13T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:16:10.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a title!</title><summary type='text'>I still haven't been able to figure out why Salaam Namaste is titled so. It's named after a fictitious radio station (I assume), but it still doesn't make any sense. Why I'd not watch the movie again:Director Siddharth Raj Anand seems to be a Karan Johar disciple, with the "special effects" introductions, the cinematography, even the costumes. I'd rather watch the guru's film.Too much time was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/112663357073090699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=112663357073090699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112663357073090699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112663357073090699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-title.html' title='What a title!'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-112542280323283863</id><published>2005-08-30T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:56:43.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Road Laughter</title><summary type='text'>Some hilarious car licence plates I saw in the US:ROCKSTR: driven by a hot guy driving a red BMW4COWGIRLNO1 BIRD101 NEW: Okay, we get the point. But your car won't be new forever, will it?THX MADA: As K Jo would say, It's all about loving your parents!MOM OF 7: Wow, that's some jobSALAAM 2 UA1 AMER: Hmm... America may be Numero Uno, but your Prez cheated youA FAMLY2PAPY: I still can't figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/112542280323283863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=112542280323283863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112542280323283863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112542280323283863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/08/road-laughter.html' title='Road Laughter'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-112542183003705786</id><published>2005-08-30T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:40:30.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Dying!</title><summary type='text'>If the sale of anti-depressant pills has shot up in the last week in India, the pharma companies know whom to thank. Ekta Kapoor, of course. Why?Because she's killing everyone- first Om, then Bajaj. Poor, poor TV viewers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/112542183003705786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=112542183003705786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112542183003705786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/112542183003705786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/08/everyones-dying.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Dying!'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111739058800315152</id><published>2005-05-29T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:46:28.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of War</title><summary type='text'>The book came highly recommended, and I have read a couple of chapters, but it hasn't started making sense yet. Am I trying too hard to see the metaphor too soon?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111739058800315152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111739058800315152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111739058800315152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111739058800315152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-of-war.html' title='The Art of War'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111738950149550217</id><published>2005-05-29T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:28:21.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Football v/s Cricket</title><summary type='text'>According to an Indian Express story:Blanket TV coverage of almost all top leagues... has created a set of fans as well versed in the skills of Thierry Henry as they are in the batting stats of Rahul Dravid.Hmm... sounds good. So when can we expect our team to make it to the World Cup final? By 2025? Or 2050? I'm waiting. PS- I may have just taken a few lines out of context from the story. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111738950149550217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111738950149550217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111738950149550217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111738950149550217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/05/football-vs-cricket.html' title='Football v/s Cricket'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111531356963725423</id><published>2005-05-05T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:49:29.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Disclose Dowry, Get Job</title><summary type='text'>According to a Supreme Court order, government male employees should be asked to disclose whether they had taken dowry. The SC is hopeful that this will discourage dowry-giving-and-taking. I don't see the purpose of having such a rule, simply because no person of sound mind will voluntarity provide dowry information to the government, especially since he knows that more the details he gives, more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111531356963725423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111531356963725423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111531356963725423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111531356963725423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/05/disclose-dowry-get-job.html' title='Disclose Dowry, Get Job'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111494472898396632</id><published>2005-05-01T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:49:34.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We're not the only ones</title><summary type='text'>Only 5.6 per cent of the reported rape cases in the UK end in conviction. And it also turns out that trainee detectives are handling rape investigations.  And I thought such things could happen only in India.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111494472898396632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111494472898396632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111494472898396632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111494472898396632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/05/were-not-only-ones.html' title='We&apos;re not the only ones'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111408149320424313</id><published>2005-04-21T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:51:53.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soft Porn at Indiatimes</title><summary type='text'>Want to read the most ridiculous article on Sexual Violence*? This one will disgust you. If you don't want to read the story, or are just plain lazy to click above, read the introduction: Rape has been trivialized in Hindi films to such a degree that instead of getting sympathy from the audience it attracts scorn and indifference. Rape scenes were introduced in films as an excuse to bring a twist</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111408149320424313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111408149320424313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111408149320424313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111408149320424313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/soft-porn-at-indiatimes.html' title='Soft Porn at Indiatimes'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111342181062522836</id><published>2005-04-14T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:24:26.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Frogs and Politics</title><summary type='text'>It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one politican makes a statement about another, the latter will respond. And the responses can get quite hilarious. Like the latest one:"Mr. Sudarshan’s vision is that of a frog in a well." -Brajesh MishraThat's one heck of a creative phrase, I must say. This is what will make our morning reading much easier. We need a break from almost-won-yet-lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111342181062522836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111342181062522836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111342181062522836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111342181062522836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-frogs-and-politics.html' title='Of Frogs and Politics'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111341504444300358</id><published>2005-04-13T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:31:24.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Sad Story</title><summary type='text'>Rediff.com has always had Specials, at least as long as I can remember. And while there have been some good ones, there have been some absolutely meaningless ones as well. But this and this take the cake.Bring out the glycerine... oops, the glittering jewellery. We Indians love our saas-bahu serials, don't we? P.S.- Is Rediff taking a tip or two from the people at Medianet? P.P.S.- For the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111341504444300358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111341504444300358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111341504444300358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111341504444300358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-sad-story.html' title='Another Sad Story'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111298632330341833</id><published>2005-04-08T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:33:54.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just What the Doc Ordered</title><summary type='text'>Given the fondness Amrus have for colour-coded alerts, a terror-alert van wouldn't be such a bad idea (from where do the Onion guys get such awesome ideas?).On the other hand, if it's run by Murdoch-run Fox News or its siblings, it might as well be called the George W. Bush Van. And a red alert would probably be issued when a Sikh was spotted, or when a Catholic guy was seen buying condoms.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111298632330341833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111298632330341833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111298632330341833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111298632330341833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-what-doc-ordered.html' title='Just What the Doc Ordered'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111272588417806373</id><published>2005-04-05T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:07:45.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So, What's More Important?</title><summary type='text'>University final exams on- the exams that will make me a graduate. And yet, this is what happens:I walked into the college today, an irritated look on my face. My classmates were standing in a small group near the gate. I had an irritated look on my face. Their remark: Why are you so worried?My response: That idiot Ganguly just got clean bowled. Them: Huh? Me (grinning): The MATCH is on!Them: Oh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111272588417806373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111272588417806373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111272588417806373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111272588417806373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-whats-more-important.html' title='So, What&apos;s More Important?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111234004244229669</id><published>2005-04-01T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:50:42.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seen on NDTV Profit</title><summary type='text'>Senior business journalist Vikram Chandra discussing mobile phones, of all things with some techie/gadget freak. The intelligent questions Vikram Chandra was asking were so what's good about X phone? And what features should someone look for when buying a mobile phone? Sure, nothing wrong in asking such questions, but Vikram Chandra asking them? Why can't he hand over that show/segment to some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111234004244229669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111234004244229669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111234004244229669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111234004244229669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/04/seen-on-ndtv-profit.html' title='Seen on NDTV Profit'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111143497692565693</id><published>2005-03-22T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:25:09.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Open Letters</title><summary type='text'>To Preity Zinta:Journalists once called you the "only man in Bollywood" after you identified some underworld gangsters in the Bharat Shah case. So why do you have to lie now? Why do you even bother to say that no one ever approached you? You think readers are fools?To Rajat Sharmaji:Ok, I'm not going to tell you whether what you did was right or wrong. I just want to ask a few questions- were you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111143497692565693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111143497692565693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111143497692565693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111143497692565693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/03/open-letters.html' title='Open Letters'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111079109062557452</id><published>2005-03-14T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:34:50.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Question for the Day</title><summary type='text'>Sure, we've heard of police assistance during protest marches, cricket and football matches, and during WTO meets. But where else in the world do you need police vigilance for an exam?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111079109062557452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111079109062557452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111079109062557452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111079109062557452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/03/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the Day'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-111030545868919509</id><published>2005-03-08T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:40:58.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What a dude!</title><summary type='text'>He's been labelled the Indian Idol No. 1. And today's ToI had not one, but four stories on him, and he also adorned the masthead. Nope, it isn't Narain Karthikeyan, not even Sourav Ganguly, and neither is it Shah Rukh Khan. It's Lord Shiva! (Sorry, 'him' should have been 'Him' in the previous sentence).Ok, so it's Maha Shivratri, but do we need a lesson on Lord Shiva? Bachi Karkaria's nonsensical</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/111030545868919509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=111030545868919509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111030545868919509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/111030545868919509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-dude.html' title='What a dude!'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110647408579934594</id><published>2005-01-23T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:27:29.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Un-popular Choice Awards</title><summary type='text'>Best Performance in a Disappearing Role: Atal Behari VajpayeeBest Performance in an Unsupporting Role: Uma BhartiBest Remake: US Presidential Elections 2004 (of the 2000 polls)Best Pair: Leander Paes and Mahesh Bhupati (are they finally on or off?)Best Performance in a Comedy Role: George W Bush  Best Comeback: TehelkaBest Performance in a Fuming Role: Kareena Kapoor (thanks to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110647408579934594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110647408579934594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110647408579934594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110647408579934594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/01/un-popular-choice-awards.html' title='Un-popular Choice Awards'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110606362178270090</id><published>2005-01-18T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:23:41.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Back!</title><summary type='text'>Mediaah is back. Finally an Indian media watchdog-cum-reporter with some credibility. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110606362178270090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110606362178270090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110606362178270090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110606362178270090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110503304148318749</id><published>2005-01-06T22:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:11:10.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to Disco?</title><summary type='text'>I just can't believe that a truly bad song like Disco 82 is popular and has apparently made it to the top of the charts (at least some, if not all of them). Where are all the talented musicians gone? Good music doesn't necessarily mean the music we had in the past, but something which will live in public memory for a long, long time. So we all remember I want to break free, but how many even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110503304148318749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110503304148318749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110503304148318749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110503304148318749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-to-disco.html' title='Time to Disco?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110345174522720161</id><published>2004-12-19T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:54:29.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is Yash Chopra?</title><summary type='text'>Shwaas is India's entry to the Oscars this year. But can it win? The answer lies not in whether the movie is good or bad (several bad movies have won Oscars), but whether it can raise enough money to get noticed. Initially, the major hindrance was getting money to include sub-titles. The next hurdle is getting people to watch the movie, which is done through FYC (For Your Consideration) ads in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110345174522720161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110345174522720161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110345174522720161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110345174522720161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-is-yash-chopra.html' title='Where is Yash Chopra?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110269971798820357</id><published>2004-12-10T22:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:58:37.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is that good or bad?</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year again. When people begin to decide what they liked the most- with respect to movies, music, books, parties etc. The Guardian has put up a poll on the Best Films of 2004. No surprises on the shortlist. And then I clicked on a link which took me to a poll of the Worst Films of 2004. Believe it or not, there are a couple of films present on both lists. Those films are: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110269971798820357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110269971798820357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110269971798820357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110269971798820357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-that-good-or-bad.html' title='Is that good or bad?'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110200217919272206</id><published>2004-12-02T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:12:59.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Real Terrorist</title><summary type='text'>Warren Anderson is responsible for the deaths of thousands of people. Yet he remains a free man.I was just a month old when Bhopal lost its soul and people. But after reading It was Five Past Midnight in Bhopal I could almost see it happening. Twenty years hence, people are still sufferig from the after-effects. Justice, anyone?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110200217919272206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110200217919272206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110200217919272206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110200217919272206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/12/real-terrorist.html' title='The Real Terrorist'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110130582703207238</id><published>2004-11-24T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:47:07.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Even I want one!</title><summary type='text'>I want my own TV, PC and telephone. So does almost everyone else. So one enterprising and intelligent Indian at a US university (where else?) has come up with the concept of a PCtvt. That's a PC, TV and telephone all-in-one! The chap has aimed it at the poor people of rural India, but hey, I wouldn't mind owning a PCtvt. Here's the dope. But in the (true) nature of BBC, the first paragraph is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110130582703207238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110130582703207238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110130582703207238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110130582703207238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/11/even-i-want-one.html' title='Even I want one!'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110053315298485431</id><published>2004-11-15T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:12:44.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real Awards</title><summary type='text'>Award for most Religious TV serial: Kasauti Zindagi Kay (Mom counted at least five aartis/poojas in less than 10 episodes.Award for Best Movie (Drama): Uma's Suspension (starring Uma Bharti, LK Advani, with Atal Behari Vajpayee in a supporting role)Award for Best Dialogue: Kanchi Shankaracharya (for "Am I Veerappan?")Award for Best Action: BCCI-Clive Lloyd-ICC (over Sourav Ganguly's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110053315298485431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110053315298485431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110053315298485431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110053315298485431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/11/real-awards.html' title='Real Awards'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-110002325393575652</id><published>2004-11-09T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:30:53.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Volte Face</title><summary type='text'>There was a time, not too long ago, when Zaheera Shaikh was the star of the news channels. And Sourav Ganguly was every cricket fan's favourite cricketer or captain. Well, things changed. A lot. Was it the people who changed? Or was it their circumstances? Or were they always like this, and we never noticed? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/110002325393575652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=110002325393575652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110002325393575652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/110002325393575652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/11/volte-face.html' title='Volte Face'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109950592426614367</id><published>2004-11-03T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:48:44.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No More Parking</title><summary type='text'>I had to meet the Editor of Education Times at the Times of India building at VT (or CST, as the Sainiks like to call it). I left home at 2.30 pm, so I'd be there by 3 pm (twenty minutes to reach the area, ten minutes to park, and walk it up to VT). I didn't find any parking. Not at Crawford Market, not at Xavier's College, not at Metro. So I took the option I'd never thought I'd go for. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109950592426614367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109950592426614367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109950592426614367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109950592426614367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-more-parking.html' title='No More Parking'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109937991252274928</id><published>2004-11-02T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:49:11.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls versus Boys</title><summary type='text'>When my cousin R walked in last evening, the first thing my maternal grandmother asked him was, "How's your baby boy?"A pretty normal greeting, but get this- my cousin doesn't have a kid yet. His wife is just two months pregnant. And he doesn't know the sex of his child. When I went travelling earlier this month, my grandmother gave me strict instructions- Get only blue clothes for R's unborn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109937991252274928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109937991252274928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109937991252274928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109937991252274928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/11/girls-versus-boys.html' title='Girls versus Boys'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109880328332074267</id><published>2004-10-26T20:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:38:03.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dying for Love (Almost)</title><summary type='text'>How far can the youth go to prove their love for their boy/girlfriend? A few months ago, a young girl plunged into a pool before Channel [V] TV cameras, her boyfriend and mother watching admirably. The girl couldn't swim. So why did she jump? To prove she could do anything for her boyfriend. The naive boyfriend just looked on, too dazed to tell her, "You don't need to risk your life for me, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109880328332074267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109880328332074267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109880328332074267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109880328332074267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/10/dying-for-love-almost.html' title='Dying for Love (Almost)'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109872267164017435</id><published>2004-10-25T21:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:14:31.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nonsensical Ads</title><summary type='text'>Designer Tommy Hilfiger has finally hit Mumbai. And guess what the hoarding ad at Marine Drive depicts? People dressed in warm, winter clothes. If it was Delhi, it would have been the most obvious choice for an ad this season. But in Mumbai?And the new Star ONE ads with people having switches on their foreheads are extremely juvenile.I know copywriting and creative team guys are under lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109872267164017435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109872267164017435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109872267164017435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109872267164017435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/10/nonsensical-ads.html' title='Nonsensical Ads'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109725687804575092</id><published>2004-10-08T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:04:38.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some More Outsourcing</title><summary type='text'>Before British journalists could even figure out what Reuters was planning to do, they were informed that the world's best-known news agency is shifting its some of its journalism services to Bangalore.Now, now, John O' Farrell has informed The Guardian readers about this, and he is one of the best topical comedy writers they have. To believe or not to believe? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109725687804575092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109725687804575092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109725687804575092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109725687804575092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/10/some-more-outsourcing.html' title='Some More Outsourcing'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109665153105156867</id><published>2004-10-01T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:04:03.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tabloids of the Time</title><summary type='text'>India's most famous broadsheet daily (and presumably the one with the largest circulation) was already showing signs of becoming a tabloid, but today's headline confirmed it finally.The headline screams out that Sourav Ganguly called the new BCCI President Ranvir Singh Mahendra a "shame" to Indian cricket. On reading the report, you realise he made that statement years ago.Sure, it's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109665153105156867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109665153105156867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109665153105156867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109665153105156867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/10/tabloids-of-time.html' title='Tabloids of the Time'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109527194961006898</id><published>2004-09-15T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:42:29.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time Management</title><summary type='text'>When exams approach, time becones a big problem. There's too little of it, and too much to do. And suddenly I am motivated to study, and almost equally suddenly the enthusiasm disappears after a few hours of vigorous studying.I'm typing this post- this is good enough evidence to prove how bored I really am.  Can't the head honchos at the University make our syllabus a bit more interesting?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109527194961006898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109527194961006898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109527194961006898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109527194961006898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-management.html' title='Time Management'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109484045140989966</id><published>2004-09-10T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:02:23.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Broadcasters</title><summary type='text'>The ESPN-Zee-BCCI conflict is turning into an exciting affair. Rather like a one-day match which was progressing in a rather dull manner, till a gutsy player started hitting every delivery for six runs, not bothering that he is taking a very big risk.ESPN seems to be this courageous player. Why else would it not accept that it has lost the contract?I don't know who is right or wrong, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109484045140989966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109484045140989966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109484045140989966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109484045140989966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/09/battle-of-broadcasters.html' title='Battle of the Broadcasters'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109479710007818591</id><published>2004-09-10T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:03:41.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"You're Fired!"</title><summary type='text'>This is what the ITC head honchos must have told their lawyers after their short-lived, yet much-needed elation (Rs. 803 crore is not exactly a paltry amount).And if they didn't fire their lawyer, it's time they did. Who wants a lawyer who saves you from paying Rs. 803 crore, only to be told half an hour later that maybe you may have to pay it after all?Now they should start circulating "dumb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109479710007818591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109479710007818591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109479710007818591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109479710007818591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/09/youre-fired.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re Fired!&quot;'/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109466263255368166</id><published>2004-09-08T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:20:18.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too BusyI'm trying to log in to Hotmail. And this is the page I'm being taken to.It's perhaps one of the most dull, non-creative and irritating "busy" messages ever written. But then Microsoft is famous for these. How about a trademark or patent on such exciting messages?     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109466263255368166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109466263255368166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109466263255368166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109466263255368166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/09/too-busy-im-trying-to-log-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109423469046629594</id><published>2004-09-03T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-03T23:34:50.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internet for PropagandaFirst there was this mail doing the rounds that said humans had never gone to the moon. Then came an email which informed that using shampoos which contained a certain kind of chemical could cause cancer.And after many more, there's another one doing the round since a few months which claims that Rabindranath Tagore was an unpatriotic Indian, and Jana gana mana had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109423469046629594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109423469046629594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109423469046629594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109423469046629594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/09/internet-for-propaganda-first-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109378742826319246</id><published>2004-08-29T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-29T19:20:28.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sporting Spirit?Wow, India's performance at the Olympics was amazing. They were so sporting, they let everyone else win. Great people. And they're so sweet, in spite of doping, they still refused to win!They will do a big favour to the Indians (by not raising their expectations) by not going to Beijing in 2008.Sure, they need money, sponsorship et al to develop their talent. But that is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109378742826319246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109378742826319246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109378742826319246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109378742826319246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/08/sporting-spirit-wow-indias-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109284310495475638</id><published>2004-08-18T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:56:26.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World's Youngest MetrosexualMy naughty two-year-old nephew is probably one of the youngest metrosexuals I've come across. (What the heck, I think he's the only metrosexual I know).He advises his mother on what to wear. If his father's shoes and his mother's sandals are placed adjacent to each other, he'll put on his mother's sandals. He likes to play with his mother's bangles and earrings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109284310495475638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109284310495475638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109284310495475638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109284310495475638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/08/worlds-youngest-metrosexual-my-naughty.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109128322609588084</id><published>2004-07-31T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-31T19:45:57.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPCMA Society for Prevention of Cruelty towards Males? Give me a break. Sure, "innocent" men are being targetted by women. But exactly how many men are being targetted? Aplenty, feels the writer Nandita Puri. How many exactly? Hardly 1% of the men in India? Not even 1%. The writer knows about these women-slamming-fake-charges-on-men incidents because they get reported and are whispered about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109128322609588084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109128322609588084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109128322609588084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109128322609588084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/07/spcm-society-for-prevention-of-cruelty.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-109025180210912326</id><published>2004-07-19T20:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:19:13.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who do you trust? My cousin is an ardent Shiv Khera fan. Today, she read an article in Outlook which said that Khera had lifted several paragraphs from another book. Whether it's true or not, her faith in his work is shattered. Sounds silly, but she worshipped him. She said his books changed her views on life. I didn't understand her disappointment till I realised it was like me realising </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/109025180210912326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=109025180210912326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109025180210912326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/109025180210912326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/07/who-do-you-trust-my-cousin-isyou-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108861650387053538</id><published>2004-06-30T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:58:23.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Box of Chocolates?I expect to have a good day, and have a horrible one. I expect a bad day, and it turns out to be fantastic one.This works out fine for me, till I realise that I don't know what will come up next for me... frightens me a bit.But hey, some surprises are good. But how long will they last?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108861650387053538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108861650387053538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108861650387053538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108861650387053538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/06/box-of-chocolates-i-expect-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108740884729111813</id><published>2004-06-16T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:30:47.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UncertaintyI thought I had forgotten what it feels like to be doubtful of your work. And now the feeling's come back.  And none of those stupid self-improvement books help. Why do people still buy them?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108740884729111813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108740884729111813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108740884729111813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108740884729111813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/06/uncertainty-i-thought-i-had-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108620398929163001</id><published>2004-06-03T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:49:49.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wheel of FortuneGmailers of the world, rejoice! For the non-Gmailers (who don't get 1000 MB) are jealous. I got the ID I wanted (for once!).In other news, there were ups and downs. A close grandparent passed away... on the upside, he was suffering too much. And not for the first time, I wished euthansia was legal. Three months in a isolated room, without being able to talk, staring at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108620398929163001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108620398929163001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108620398929163001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108620398929163001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/06/wheel-of-fortune-gmailers-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108532712012659799</id><published>2004-05-23T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:17:07.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!Wow, did that really happen? I mean my name appearing on a page of The Times of India? OK, OK, I must admit, a supplement, not the main paper. But not bad, huh? A bit too late to say (it appeared on Apr 22), but hey, it felt just awesome! And the JAM bylines were great uppers too! :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108532712012659799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108532712012659799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108532712012659799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108532712012659799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow-wow-did-that-really-happen-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108391412536814186</id><published>2004-05-07T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T23:05:17.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inventions we Really NeedShirt with built-in deo: You wear a nice shirt in the morning. By afternoon, you are stinking like a fish. You feel embarassed about yourself. And you have an early evening date. No time to go home and change. Then what do you do? Well, this shirt will help!100% Waterproof Paper: This paper can be used for books, and the books, in turn, will be a hit with bookworms who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108391412536814186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108391412536814186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/05/inventions-we-really-need-shirt-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174468.post-108299956991054905</id><published>2004-04-26T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:49:00.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PollscapeTwo ladies with coloured hair and huge hips stood before me in the queue at the polling booth. The officer asked for the healthier lady's ID. She said she hadn't carried one. "College ID?" he asked.    "I'm not in college anymore," she replied. I'm sure she was flattered. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108299956991054905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108299956991054905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108299956991054905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108299956991054905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/04/pollscape-two-ladies-with-coloured.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108200899002599437</id><published>2004-04-15T11:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-15T11:39:41.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EscapeDo people write/paint/make a film/create a piece of art to escape or to go back to their problems? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108200899002599437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108200899002599437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108200899002599437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108200899002599437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/04/escape-do-people-writepaintmake.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-108097204242083372</id><published>2004-04-03T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-03T11:39:21.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EavesdroppingOK, OK, I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but sometinmes you just can't avoid it. Some people talk loudly and clearly, as if they are inviting you to hear them talk. A couple of weeks back, I was walking in the park, minding my own business, when three women began walking a few feet behind me. The next minute they were complaining about their respective moms-in-law (what's new?). The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/108097204242083372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=108097204242083372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108097204242083372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/108097204242083372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/04/eavesdropping-ok-ok-i-know-its-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107877244386817356</id><published>2004-03-09T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:32:58.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MomentsThis, too, shall pass. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but it will.Or won't it? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107877244386817356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107877244386817356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107877244386817356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107877244386817356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/03/moments-this-too-shall-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107842343280885947</id><published>2004-03-04T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:36:03.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volte FaceIt's wrong to speak out your mind, even if that someone is very close to you. As teens like me always say, No one understands me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107842343280885947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107842343280885947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107842343280885947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107842343280885947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/03/volte-face-its-wrong-to-speak-out-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107756578612066300</id><published>2004-02-24T01:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-24T01:21:45.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhasesSuddenly there is some hectic work to be done, due to which I can't breathe easy for even an hour, and then suddenly there is a lull in deadlines and other things, and I do nothing but relax.This kind of reminds me of the play Waiting for Godot, in which there were suddenly periods of sudden activity, and then moments of random existentialist thoughts. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107756578612066300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107756578612066300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107756578612066300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107756578612066300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/02/phases-suddenly-there-is-some-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107640191521758184</id><published>2004-02-10T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:03:41.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisappointmentDamn! I wish it had happened. Maybe it still can... or as we Indians say, Jo hua ache ke liye hua.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107640191521758184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107640191521758184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107640191521758184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107640191521758184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/02/disappointment-damn-i-wish-it-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107600035249144814</id><published>2004-02-05T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:36:03.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UsesWhat's the point in having a collection of books if you can't read?Is waiting for something really worth it? Something you really really want? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107600035249144814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107600035249144814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107600035249144814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107600035249144814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/02/uses-whats-point-in-having-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107497234062787282</id><published>2004-01-25T00:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:57:10.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SlavesWe are slaves of technology today. I'm so used to using Powerpoint for a presentation, that when I have to use (paper) charts, I'm lost! The line you draw to cut out the right size of paper has to be perfectly straight, your hand steady. One shake, and you need to do it all over again. We need to do something about this! (Sigh!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107497234062787282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107497234062787282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107497234062787282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107497234062787282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/01/slaves-we-are-slaves-of-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107436853757488553</id><published>2004-01-18T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:13:40.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops!Still haven't finished LOTR! My reading is being sidelined by other pressing activities. :-( Need to re-think how I spend every minute!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107436853757488553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107436853757488553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107436853757488553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107436853757488553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/01/oops-still-havent-finished-lotr-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107340983955295378</id><published>2004-01-06T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:55:11.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BreakIsn't a one-day holiday in a week too less? At least two days, and not necessarily together! And what's the best way to relax on holiday?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107340983955295378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107340983955295378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107340983955295378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107340983955295378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2004/01/break-isnt-one-day-holiday-in-week-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107201008958002268</id><published>2003-12-21T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:06:50.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year soon?Damn, 2003 just flashed past! Did I even cherish the few important moments? No, but who really does?Must make good plans and, more importantly, implement them in 2004.Or is it better to take things as they come along? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107201008958002268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107201008958002268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107201008958002268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107201008958002268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-year-soon-damn-2003-just-flashed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107125413568190187</id><published>2003-12-13T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-21T17:57:18.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Professors!Teaching is a noble profession, some people say. But are teachers noble? Sure, students may not respect them, but then, why should they?You have teachers who don't really care to help a student in any way other than what is within the curriculum. On a teacher's desk, I spotted a booklet by an NGO, about what voters should know. I asked her if I could go through the booklet. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107125413568190187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107125413568190187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107125413568190187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107125413568190187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/12/professors-teaching-is-noble.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107073267084785729</id><published>2003-12-06T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:16:04.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now What?Before we know it, the Commonwealth Games will be here. And they will be making new flyovers, sports complexes, and what-not all over New Delhi, all at the tax-payer's expense of course. And the bill? We probably can't even imagine.So here we are, making flyovers to show off to other nations, when we don't have even a single pothole-free city. And what about the villages which don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107073267084785729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107073267084785729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107073267084785729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107073267084785729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/12/now-what-before-we-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-107019189295898701</id><published>2003-11-30T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:02:43.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Censor!The Government wants to censor television now.If these idiotic norms are implemented, we won't be able to watch A-rated movies on TV anymore. Imagine not watching Satya or other such movies.What's happening to the country?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/107019189295898701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=107019189295898701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107019189295898701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/107019189295898701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/lets-censor-government-wants-to-censor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106978502549004373</id><published>2003-11-26T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-26T00:01:24.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Money, Money, Money!It seems that Anil Ambani was voted by the youth of India as an MTV icon. I'm sure that's because he has loads of cash, and which young, hot-blooded young person would not like his father to do all the work and get his money in inheritance?So now, Telgi is all over the papers, and not a single feature on him fails to mention how much money he earned. And since the young are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106978502549004373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106978502549004373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106978502549004373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106978502549004373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/money-money-money-it-seems-that-anil.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106874703064491296</id><published>2003-11-13T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:40:49.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConfusedA strange thing happened today. I came across a picture in a magazine which exactly reflected what I have been wanting to do since the past few days. Is it just a coincidence, or is it a sign that it will happen? Or maybe I'm thinking too much?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106874703064491296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106874703064491296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106874703064491296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106874703064491296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/confused-strange-thing-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106813843815558144</id><published>2003-11-06T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:40:00.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisappointmentI guess everyone knows by now that Matrix Revolutions is really quite a damp squib. There's too much of action with sentinels, mini-cannons and shells, almost like a war movie. There are hardly any fresh and profound philosophical insights. And all the shelling and machine-with-tentacles sidelined Neo (Keanu Reeves). The last fight between Smith and Neo are quite insipid except for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106813843815558144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106813843815558144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106813843815558144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106813843815558144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/disappointment-i-guess-everyone-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106796582167053783</id><published>2003-11-04T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:40:20.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yipee!I'm going to watch The Matrix: Revolutions tomorrow, and though I've heard it's not all that good, I'm ready for some great action sequences! And frankly, The Matrix: Reloaded is the only action movie I liked! :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106796582167053783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106796582167053783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106796582167053783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106796582167053783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/yipee-im-going-to-watch-matrix.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106776136172195707</id><published>2003-11-02T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-02T13:52:40.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another YearI met Hrithik Roshan! I remember the last time I met another hunk from the movie world- Rahul Khanna. All my friends were jealous (but of course!).Hrithik seemed quite down-to-earth and polite. And though photographs were not allowed on the set, he happily signed autographs for us! Now who else can boast of meeting Hrithik Roshan on their 19th birthday, and he wishing you a very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106776136172195707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106776136172195707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106776136172195707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106776136172195707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/11/another-year-i-met-hrithik-roshan-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106727516364470389</id><published>2003-10-27T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:49:23.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Far, Yet So NearWhen I read about a fire in San Diego, California, I ignored it. But when I opened an e-mail from a friend in the US, living in San Diego, I went back to the news report.I read the e-mail with horror- it's pouring ashes on his house. His friends living close to the area on fire have been evacuated and still don't know what happened to their homes.When someone close to you is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106727516364470389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106727516364470389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106727516364470389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106727516364470389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-far-yet-so-near-when-i-read-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106675859694711509</id><published>2003-10-21T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:19:56.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good ReadIf you want to read a book that has adventure, action, drama, excitement, across-the-continent journeys, international conspiracies, and compassion, I'd suggest A Thousand Suns by Dominique Lapierre.For a while, I couldn't believe it was non-fiction!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106675859694711509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106675859694711509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106675859694711509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106675859694711509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/10/good-read-if-you-want-to-read-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106647858773068588</id><published>2003-10-18T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-18T17:34:03.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Punishment?What's the punishment for stealing a bicycle? In Bihar, it means having your eyes gouged out.Unbelievable but true.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106647858773068588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106647858773068588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106647858773068588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106647858773068588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/10/punishment-whats-punishment-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106605792476109907</id><published>2003-10-13T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:43:46.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inspiration"I would not have written Eragon if I had gone to public (state) school."-Christopher PaoliniChristopher Paolini is a 19-year-old who recently published a fantasy book, Eragon, the first of a trilogy. He hated reading as a child. This young home-schooled fella has been on tour, and once arm-wrestled a six-foot something farmhand to sell his book!What I like the most about his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106605792476109907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106605792476109907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106605792476109907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106605792476109907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/10/inspiration-i-would-not-have-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106568953613957457</id><published>2003-10-09T14:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-09T14:24:06.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RecapI told everyone I had paratyphoid. What I didn't say was that I had two diseases simultaneously- jaundice and paratyphoid. So since August 25, I have been on a diet of liquids (coconut water, juice, glucose water etc.) and oil-free food! And I cannot eat out for at least another month...Everyone asks me how I fell sick since I eat only at good restaurants, and not too often either. Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106568953613957457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106568953613957457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106568953613957457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106568953613957457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/10/recap-i-told-everyone-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106079316669701566</id><published>2003-08-13T22:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-08-13T22:20:52.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left OutFor once, left-handers all over the world (including me) can celebrate, because it's Left Hander's Day! :-)I completely identify with this column. And I discovered that Prince William and I have something in common- we're both left-handed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106079316669701566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106079316669701566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106079316669701566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106079316669701566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/08/left-out-for-once-left-handers-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-106070743528676213</id><published>2003-08-12T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:27:15.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encounters with the Indian PressFor anyone who wants to freelance as a writer, here's some terrible news. "Only an optimist would try to freelance for a living..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/106070743528676213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=106070743528676213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106070743528676213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/106070743528676213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/08/encounters-with-indian-press-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-105941170868227087</id><published>2003-07-28T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-07-28T22:31:48.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging StoriesJust did a search on Rediff for Net Guide features on Blogging. A few good ones:http://www.rediff.com/search/2001/oct/12blogs.htm by Nidhi Taparia.http://www.rediff.com/netguide/2003/mar/22iraq.htm by Anita Bora.http://www.rediff.com/netguide/2003/jun/12media.htm by me! :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/105941170868227087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=105941170868227087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105941170868227087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105941170868227087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/07/blogging-stories-just-did-search-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-105924045008099842</id><published>2003-07-26T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:57:30.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unrequited Love!If you love or have a crush on someone who doesn't reciprocate, then this is the site to visit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/105924045008099842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=105924045008099842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105924045008099842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105924045008099842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/07/unrequited-love-if-you-love-or-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-105699864769088703</id><published>2003-07-01T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-07-01T00:14:46.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teen TortureIn America, parents send their troubled offspring to Jamaica's Tranquility Bay - a 'behaviour-modification centre' which charges $40,000 a year to 'cure' them.This story in The Guardian describes the 'resort'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/105699864769088703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=105699864769088703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105699864769088703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105699864769088703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/06/teen-torture-in-america-parents-send.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-105699836393313806</id><published>2003-07-01T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-07-01T00:10:22.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great ReportingThe fundamentals of great reporting by John Simpson.  (Via Joshua Newton)Good read, especially for aspiring journos like me! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/105699836393313806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=105699836393313806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105699836393313806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105699836393313806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/06/great-reporting-fundamentals-of-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-105501211291894744</id><published>2003-06-08T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-06-08T00:25:12.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SlidersMaybe the concept of Sliders could be a true one. This explains how.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/105501211291894744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=105501211291894744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105501211291894744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/105501211291894744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/06/sliders-maybe-concept-of-sliders-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-92538153</id><published>2003-04-14T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-04-14T01:01:41.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConcentrationFor concentration exercises:A few exercisesExercises on a Acne website!For referees, but can still help!Good website</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/92538153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=92538153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/92538153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/92538153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/04/concentration-for-concentration.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-88387217</id><published>2003-02-02T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-02T00:46:21.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIPIn 1997, everyone in my class talked about Kalpana Chawla. At that point, I wanted to be an astronaut, of all things, and she was my role model. I have given up that dream, but not the role model. CNN reports on the tragedy. HOUSTON, Texas (CNN) -- The seven astronauts aboard Columbia were killed today when the space shuttle shattered about 38 miles over east Texas as it was heading toward</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/88387217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=88387217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88387217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88387217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/02/rip-in-1997-everyone-in-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-88376041</id><published>2003-02-01T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-02-01T19:22:55.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asereje!The English translation of the Ketchup Song. Though not in cent per cent English, the lyrics now make more sense- at least I know what I tap my foot too! (Or dance to sometimes!). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/88376041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=88376041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88376041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88376041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/02/asereje-english-translation-of-ketchup.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-88100707</id><published>2003-01-27T21:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-27T21:24:15.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FlashBlast in Mumbai's Vile Parle suburb. Details still coming in.  Am I safe anymore? I wonder. I get the same feeling I got on December 6, 2002.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/88100707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=88100707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88100707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/88100707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/01/flash-blast-in-mumbais-vile-parle.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-87690080</id><published>2003-01-20T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-20T01:21:26.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say "Sorry"!On April 17, 2002 a 500-pound American bomber accidentally killed four Canadian soldiers walking along a ravine in Afghanistan. Three of those perished were below 25. Yet, yet, the Canadian families have not received an apology from the American side. All they got was a video footage from the warpane camera seconds before their loved ones died. Court martial is not enough, is it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/87690080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=87690080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/87690080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/87690080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/01/say-sorry-on-april-17-2002-500-pound.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-87057112</id><published>2003-01-07T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-01-07T18:16:52.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Tell me What To Do!USA says, India do this, Pakistan do that. Just when I begin to think we've had enough of Big Bro, or rather, Dad, telling us what to do, USA says India should resume talks with Pakistan.  So should India obey Daddy, or play the role of the peaceful kid meekly explaining why he can't do it, or be a rebel and say, "Don't tell me what to do! I'm not a kid anymore!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/87057112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=87057112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/87057112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/87057112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2003/01/dont-tell-me-what-to-do-usa-says-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-85548258</id><published>2002-12-05T23:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:52:01.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ashes!Australian Prime Minister asked for the Ashes to be sent to Australia. The Ashes will tour Australia in 2003. When will Vajpayee ask for the Kohinoor? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/85548258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=85548258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85548258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85548258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/12/ashes-australian-prime-minister-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-85328994</id><published>2002-12-01T18:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-12-01T18:25:09.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this out!It weighs 962.25 carats.It is made of about 2930 diamonds.It was made-to-order for the Maharaja of Patiala in 1920. It is on display at the Cartier showroom in New York. Check out the Cartier website to see this marvellous piece. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/85328994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=85328994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85328994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85328994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/12/check-this-out-it-weighs-962.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-85251483</id><published>2002-11-29T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-11-29T18:20:52.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MTV AIDS SummitMTV has an AIDS summit in Mumbai every year. The aim- to spread awareness about AIDS. What I fail to see is how this summit will help achieve the goal. Singers come up on stage, lipsync their songs, say something like "Please don't get AIDS" and go away. The sweaty crowd goes mad with frenzy at seeing those singers on stage.MTV's target audience is a bunch of young people, who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/85251483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=85251483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85251483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85251483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/11/mtv-aids-summit-mtv-has-aids-summit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-85217223</id><published>2002-11-28T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:02:13.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'I have an Idea!'A professor at a Japanese university has an idea- to record all ideas ever thought of. Now that's something! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/85217223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=85217223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85217223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85217223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-have-idea-professor-at-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-85169716</id><published>2002-11-27T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-11-27T22:59:53.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beauty with a PurposeThe Miss World contest has been shifted to London, due to the riots in Nigeria in which more than 200 people were killed. And that was just the fuel added to the fire. The fire began when many contestants refused to participate because of the fatwa against a couple of Nigerian women, charged with adultery. According to sharia (Islamic) law, those found guilty of adultery, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/85169716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=85169716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85169716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/85169716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/11/beauty-with-purpose-miss-world-contest.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-83766576</id><published>2002-10-30T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-10-30T17:55:16.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Moved by Cheese?It's time to move on...to a new blog...I'm now on Blurty. Visit me now at http://www.blurty.com/users/scholar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/83766576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=83766576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83766576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83766576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/10/who-moved-by-cheese-its-time-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-83549038</id><published>2002-10-26T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-10-26T15:26:30.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colour me!Anita’s is a darkish-yellowish-orange—warm and smooth.Nidhi’s is a bright yellow- bubbly and cheerful.Shahrukh Khan’s is a deep red- very passionate (at least in his movies).My favourite RJ’s is a mixture of sky blue, black, and bright green- sometimes light, sometimes serious, and sometimes funny.That’s the colour of their voices. Every voice has a colour, depending on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/83549038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=83549038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83549038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83549038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/10/colour-me-anitas-is-darkish-yellowish.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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-3174468.post-83449725</id><published>2002-10-24T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2002-10-24T13:07:42.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Dirty!I always wonder why our roads are never clean, inspite of the sweepers doing their job thoroughly. Of course, it's the citizens' fault. But why do the citizens dirty the roads in the first place? Here's a possible (historical) answer for the citizens' apathy:"A daily bath has always been an essential feature of a Hindu's life, including most of the depressed classes. It was from India </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/feeds/83449725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3174468&amp;postID=83449725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83449725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174468/posts/default/83449725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scholar.blogspot.com/2002/10/so-dirty-i-always-wonder-why-our-roads.html' title=''/><author><name>Rohini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05172623400034654366</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></feed>
