<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688</id><updated>2009-09-27T03:12:15.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sritopia</title><subtitle type='html'>Asked what he was rebelling against, Marlon Brando replied, "Whaddya got?" </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-114492221781361714</id><published>2006-04-13T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:26:57.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am testing something</title><summary type='text'>I am testing something in here. It has been a long time since I blogged. So much has changed since then...I am doing so many things..There is so much violence in Karnataka especially Bangalore today. I don't like it one bit,... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/114492221781361714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=114492221781361714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/114492221781361714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/114492221781361714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-testing-something.html' title='I am testing something'/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-109117902127704398</id><published>2004-07-30T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-30T14:47:01.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A 25 year old, former Miss India, Nafisa Joseph hangs herself to death. Because of her troubled relationships, some say. Somehow it pains to see somebody die for want of love. She is a beauty queen. Beauty queens are crowned after their display of poise and self-confidence. She was a TV anchor. Such anchors have a lot of confidence, they say. I refuse to believe. She was a model, had the model </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/109117902127704398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=109117902127704398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109117902127704398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109117902127704398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/25-year-old-former-miss-india-nafisa.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-109116481763707296</id><published>2004-07-30T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:54:18.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I rarely post any articles on tech-topics but this one is good. The computer industry has a long way to go before it can achieve the quality standards of the automotive industry. Till that time, it will be good if Gates keeps his trap shut.When You Test My Code, Be GentleBy Rob Keefer/30-January-2001At a client site recently, I was in a meeting where the facilitator was describing a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/109116481763707296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=109116481763707296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109116481763707296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109116481763707296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-rarely-post-any-articles-on-tech.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-109091564228170620</id><published>2004-07-27T13:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:38:06.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boo !  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/109091564228170620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=109091564228170620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109091564228170620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/109091564228170620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108995321549458601</id><published>2004-07-16T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:16:55.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should mark this phrase "Glistening Gult". There is the usage of 'The sun rising in the west' in Tamil to refer to something that is improbable. I think I will make a change and start using 'Nice Gult' instead of that because this too is improbable.. Man..."Who let the Gults out"..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108995321549458601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108995321549458601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108995321549458601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108995321549458601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-should-mark-this-phrase-glistening.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108920272667765844</id><published>2004-07-07T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:55:21.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think people should take pride in their age, whatever it might be. I am reminded of how Julianne Moore had said that she wouldn't want to hide her age because age brought along with it so many experiences. Why hide all of them ? Why deny having experienced life all these years ? Even though it is easy for me to just say it, I feel one should feel proud of the fact that one is 'so many' years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108920272667765844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108920272667765844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108920272667765844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108920272667765844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-think-people-should-take-pride-in.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108919552591702775</id><published>2004-07-07T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:48:45.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am reminded of what my good old friend used to say - 'Anyday I can leave all this software coding and start coaching people for engineering entrance examinations'. And that used to keep her a lot more confident. I feel one should be familiar with some trade/business idea which he/she can go back to. This is very important in this age of huge loans and the 'uncertainity of software industry'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108919552591702775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108919552591702775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108919552591702775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108919552591702775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-reminded-of-what-my-good-old.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108909746794001156</id><published>2004-07-06T12:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-06T12:34:27.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These days I have been thinking a lot about people who 'yap yap yap' at office. I came across this as as a rant on craigslist.org. Here's a lady who is giving hell to a person whom she dated once. She has a long list on the 'best of craigslist'. Here is what she has to say about his yapping.------------------------------------11. This one's a bonus - your monologues. Jesus F Christ, I must have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108909746794001156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108909746794001156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108909746794001156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108909746794001156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/these-days-i-have-been-thinking-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108902773810433871</id><published>2004-07-05T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:12:18.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't mean to say that those who run non-profits should deny themselves of pleasures of any kind and subject themselves to pain. I certainly don't expect this. But it is something about the way they approach a problem. They always have this attitude 'What is in it for me?' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108902773810433871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108902773810433871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108902773810433871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108902773810433871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-mean-to-say-that-those-who-run.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108902747634271338</id><published>2004-07-05T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:07:56.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw an ad in craigslist about a non-profit in Bay Area which rescues Cocker Spaniel breed of dogs. I can understand a 'non-profit' which rescues dogs.Does this mean that they won't rescue other breed of dogs ? Non Profits are beyond comprehension these days.Reminds me of a highly pretentious CLASS in Santa Clara. They stand for 'Community Leaders at service of Society'. It should be instead '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108902747634271338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108902747634271338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108902747634271338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108902747634271338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-saw-ad-in-craigslist-about-non.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108814059852432027</id><published>2004-06-25T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-25T10:46:38.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The word 'Dear' is used very frequently in India. Somehow the word 'Dear' is very personal for me and I use it only for family and close friends. For others I prefer a simple 'Hi' .I can't help but notice the fact that especially when you file a customer complaint, the reply comes with a 'Dear Mrs.XXXXX' . Why do customers get so close to suppliers when they file a complaint ? Reminds me of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108814059852432027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108814059852432027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108814059852432027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108814059852432027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/06/word-dear-is-used-very-frequently-in.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108735803631220109</id><published>2004-06-16T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:23:56.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the bloggers has a nice thought. She says,'Tis only twice that all men are equalWhen they are born and when the soul leaves the body coldWhat happens in between the end and the beginningIs a continuous process of balancing the unbalanced Even that, I believe, is still not a valid reasonFor stepping onto another's scale to steady thy ownOne may not agree with the mix up of the '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108735803631220109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108735803631220109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108735803631220109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108735803631220109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-of-bloggers-has-nice-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108718431826874567</id><published>2004-06-14T09:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-14T09:08:38.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around five years back, when I was commuting by the local trains in Mumbai, there was a very old Parsi lady. She was very thin and so weak. She got into the train and just sat down on the floor. She didn't have the strength to even reach the seats. She had to get down at Dadar West and move to the East side. She asked me how she could reach the other side of Dadar. I don't know why but I told her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108718431826874567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108718431826874567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108718431826874567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108718431826874567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/06/around-five-years-back-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108695289120252552</id><published>2004-06-11T16:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-11T16:51:31.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enakku mattum sondham undan ethazh kodukkum mutthamUnakku mattum ketkum  endan uyir   urugum   sattam</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108695289120252552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108695289120252552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108695289120252552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108695289120252552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/06/enakku-mattum-sondham-undan-ethazh.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108694682628201028</id><published>2004-06-11T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-11T15:10:26.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My scrambling reached its limits today ! How does the name 'Vis Diary' sound for a blog ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108694682628201028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108694682628201028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108694682628201028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108694682628201028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-scrambling-reached-its-limits-today.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108563629298499705</id><published>2004-05-27T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:08:12.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should try and be relaxed and not get worked out. I see the office boy who sits at a table a little away from my desk. He is eating something. The phone rings. He finishes his eating, throws away the cover and then picks up the phone. He takes his time. Maybe he has a lesson to teach. If I were in his place, I would leave the eating and pick up the phone. I have this tendency to ignore 'me' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108563629298499705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108563629298499705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108563629298499705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108563629298499705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-should-try-and-be-relaxed-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108486170064374000</id><published>2004-05-18T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:58:20.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see around me a lot of 'not-so-capable' people holding such important positions. Maybe they are very capable in things that I fail to see. Maybe that is why they are actually very 'successful' and I am not so 'successful'. Maybe I criticize too much. Maybe I look for perfection in everything. But I realize it is so very difficult for me to put up with mediocrity and mundaneness. I keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108486170064374000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108486170064374000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108486170064374000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108486170064374000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-see-around-me-lot-of-not-so-capable.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108445235373764852</id><published>2004-05-13T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-13T18:15:53.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow the both of us have it very very tough...His migraine keeps coming every day now..I am not giving him enough nutrition. There is so much that I have to take care of in terms of his health and all, and I do very little. I hate myself like this.I like to be in control of that migraine thing. I used to be able to do it sometime back. Please don't worry yourself much. Things will be ok...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108445235373764852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108445235373764852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108445235373764852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108445235373764852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/05/somehow-both-of-us-have-it-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108384768152761608</id><published>2004-05-06T18:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:22:27.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi,These consultants are one stupid @$$#### lot man...The first time they send an email, they will be literally begging you to send the resume.Once you send it to them and then try and follow up with them,they will behave as though you are a pack of dirt. I have treated a few consultants with total disrespect and they keep calling again and again. And I mean STD at full rate ! Treat people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108384768152761608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108384768152761608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108384768152761608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108384768152761608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/05/hi-these-consultants-are-one-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108297354160029753</id><published>2004-04-26T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T15:33:13.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My colleague in the seat next to mine asked for my email address and forwarded me this one. She talks very rarely and maybe the reason why she wanted to send me this one is much more than just an intention to forward mails.DEALING WITH PEOPLE As a young Scots boy, Andrew Carnegie came to America and started doing odd jobs.  He ended up as one of the largest steel manufacturers in the United </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108297354160029753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108297354160029753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108297354160029753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108297354160029753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-colleague-in-seat-next-to-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108210032883727289</id><published>2004-04-16T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:59:27.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is very disappointing to lose things that you 'condition and season' for your needs. I went out for early lunch and somebody took away my chair. I can't tell which one is mine. I didn't bother to 'mark' my chair.For the past two weeks I have been conditioning and seasoning my chair to suit my comfort level. Now it is gone.I have had a similar feeling whenever I had to let go off my seasoned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108210032883727289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108210032883727289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108210032883727289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108210032883727289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-is-very-disappointing-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108200467872385790</id><published>2004-04-15T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:08:18.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard that there is a new movie released called '50 First Dates'.Drew Barrymore plays an absent-minded girl and the hero has to start wooing her all over again every day ! Well, that would be a pain for the guys, especially with a girl like Drew Barrymore. I liked her so much in 'ET' - that chubby kid with so much of attitude. That's what defines and separates her from the rest.Reminds me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108200467872385790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108200467872385790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108200467872385790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108200467872385790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-heard-that-there-is-new-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108183333752222035</id><published>2004-04-13T10:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:49:32.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You learn from unimaginable sources...Like the girl in the cubicle ahead of mine who blasts away songs in her speaker but wouldn't stop to think for a second, before asking the admin guy to lower down his cell phone ringer volume. She was even quoting policies of other companies and about how it is taboo out there to do so. One shouldn't be self-critical, I guess. Maybe there is no need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108183333752222035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108183333752222035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108183333752222035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108183333752222035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-learn-from-unimaginable-sources.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-108115817760660032</id><published>2004-04-05T15:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:16:41.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many things have changed since I last blogged...The other day, after some stressful work, I was wondering if I would get some time to blog... Blogging definitely takes away some of the stress.I am stealing a few minutes from this stress filled work to write something.It was so nice to hear him repeat the words of Jeffrey Archer the other day... It makes me feel so happy when I hear him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/108115817760660032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=108115817760660032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108115817760660032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/108115817760660032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-many-things-have-changed-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107660253284630835</id><published>2004-02-12T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:48:04.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.- Eric Hoffer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107660253284630835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107660253284630835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107660253284630835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107660253284630835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-can-discover-what-your-enemy-fears.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01945083719010771788'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>