<?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-5972688</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:12:33.495+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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-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='http://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: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-5972688.post-107608462994090728</id><published>2004-02-06T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-06T21:57:38.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a day like today, the whole world could change...I remember watching this song on MTV- Bryan Adams with the elephant and a puzzle to solve in the song. I liked him then...There is more reason to like him now . He is a vegetarian,likes India and boy o' boy he wants to bathe in the Ganges. He loves 'Aloo Gobi' he says. This guy must have definitely seen the 'mirchi' lurking in the crevices </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107608462994090728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107608462994090728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107608462994090728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107608462994090728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/02/on-day-like-today-whole-world-could.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107593584937373550</id><published>2004-02-05T04:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-05T04:37:00.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh God ! Please help me find a job ! It is saddening at times...I should really go and study...some java,some financials, some php , some perl ...Sometimes I get some doubts about myself. A little bit of this, a little bit of that ...I wish I could do something consistently and say this is my core skill .. here hire me ! I have been sending out enough resumes. I am a little tired. I read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107593584937373550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107593584937373550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107593584937373550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107593584937373550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/02/oh-god-please-help-me-find-job-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107549708000346199</id><published>2004-01-31T02:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-31T02:43:33.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, one's conditioning and background can cause a person to see a situation very differently.Associated with these problems is the problem of identifying so closely with my own point of view that Ifeel my personal honor depends on having my views triumph. Maybe this is what people call EGO.Personal honor does not lie there, it is somewhere deeper. Inside.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107549708000346199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107549708000346199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107549708000346199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107549708000346199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/sometimes-ones-conditioning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107524919594303885</id><published>2004-01-28T05:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-28T05:53:01.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to the song 'Kaatre En Vaasal Vandhai' has a mood altering effect on me,everytime I listen to it ! Somehow makes me feel 'It is ok' ..We can work things out. 'Sab theek ho jaayega. chinta mat karo' . Maybe I should listen to it more frequently ! Another one is 'Thaniye Thanandaniye' .....Makes me be more patient ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107524919594303885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107524919594303885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107524919594303885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107524919594303885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/listening-to-song-kaatre-en-vaasal.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107472576047403568</id><published>2004-01-22T04:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-22T04:28:01.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A.R Rahman has done a very good job in lending the music of 'Rhythm' to 'Lakeer-The Forbidden Lines' . 'Paighaam' which was 'Kaatrae en vaasal vandhai' seems to be very well done. Atleast the lyrics seem to be in synchronization with the music and the spirit of the song. Mehboob has penned the lyrics in Hindi. This particular song has three small stanzas and at the end of each stanza there is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107472576047403568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107472576047403568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107472576047403568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107472576047403568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107394377181077193</id><published>2004-01-13T03:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-13T03:16:39.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some moments in life were very hazy. It felt like as if I were without any emotions or passion at some point in time.Completely blanked out. What was I dreaming then ? What great thing was I chasing ? Am I a resident of some other planet as well ? Did I rent out my soul at that time ?These days I often wonder if there is a word in English for a 'delayed reaction'.It is as though somebody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107394377181077193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107394377181077193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107394377181077193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107394377181077193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/some-moments-in-life-were-very-hazy.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107376143775971050</id><published>2004-01-11T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-11T00:34:18.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel bad words should be reserved for the right ocassions. You do full justice to those words, only when they are delivered at the right moment. If used in normal day to day language, one tends to dilute their filthiness. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107376143775971050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107376143775971050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107376143775971050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107376143775971050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-feel-bad-words-should-be-reserved.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107369317520216737</id><published>2004-01-10T05:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-10T05:36:35.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's common to Winemaking, Tailoring and Wife-beating? ;-)The term 'Thumb rule' originates from these. Temperature measurement in a barrel for winemaking, a unit of proportions for tailoring, and 'If a stick is used, it should not be thicker than the man's thumb.' with respect to wife-beating..;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107369317520216737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107369317520216737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107369317520216737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107369317520216737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/whats-common-to-winemaking-tailoring.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107369309330451611</id><published>2004-01-10T05:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-10T05:35:13.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep" :: Scott Adams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107369309330451611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107369309330451611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107369309330451611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107369309330451611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/creativity-is-allowing-yourself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107368125091332135</id><published>2004-01-10T02:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-10T02:17:50.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of life throwing its tantrums, these days when I meet with one ,I ask 'Is this the best you got ? Hit me with your best shot and I shall stand still. I will resist the temptation to cry. It shall only make me stronger.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107368125091332135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107368125091332135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107368125091332135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107368125091332135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/speaking-of-life-throwing-its-tantrums.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107367523267862595</id><published>2004-01-10T00:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-10T02:20:36.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assumption is a sin;funny words;funny mouse.I assumed that good writers would live up to their words. I believed that a good writer brings out words from his heart. It isn't always so.Now I have understood that a good writer is good with his words. And his words come from his brain. The creative part of the brain. His brain is good. Period. Doesn't necessarily mean that the person is good. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107367523267862595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107367523267862595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107367523267862595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107367523267862595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/assumption-is-sinfunny-wordsfunny.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107366871105639859</id><published>2004-01-09T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:50:57.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people,including me, don't realize how much they hurt others. But they very well understand how much they are being hurt. I don't understand this selective realization.I have lost the ability to speak effectively. Maybe I think a lot about whether to deliver the words or not, and then a very confused, grammatically incorrect version slips out of my tongue so that not much harm is caused. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107366871105639859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107366871105639859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107366871105639859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107366871105639859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/some-peopleincluding-me-dont-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107334209358180084</id><published>2004-01-06T04:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-06T04:05:12.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paap ! Anu Malik has once again 'scored' music for the film so aptly named 'Paap' by Pooja Bhatt. The movie has 16 songs. Went to raaga.com for a sampler and when I saw 16 of them, I lost patience. Something tells me that this cd/cassette could be worth a buy. It will contain a wide variety of catchy tunes taken from around the world !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107334209358180084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107334209358180084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107334209358180084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107334209358180084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2004/01/paap-anu-malik-has-once-again-scored.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107116734217618757</id><published>2003-12-11T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:00:25.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google in Indian Flavors..When did this come up ? Google India And then there is Google in Hindi,Tamil,Telugu,Kannada,Gujarathi and what not .. Google Tamil   Google Hindi  Gult Google :-) Gujju Google </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107116734217618757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107116734217618757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107116734217618757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107116734217618757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/google-in-indian-flavors.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107109146580154587</id><published>2003-12-11T02:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:55:59.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ek sau sola chaand ki raaten, ek tumhare kaandhe ka tilGili mehndi ki khushboo, jhoot moot ke shikwe kuchhJhoot moot ke vaade yaad kara doonSab bhijvaado mera woh samaan lauta do...Listen at Raaga.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107109146580154587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107109146580154587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107109146580154587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107109146580154587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/ek-sau-sola-chaand-ki-raaten-ek.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107099450234643712</id><published>2003-12-09T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-10T00:00:16.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which OS are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107099450234643712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107099450234643712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107099450234643712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107099450234643712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/which-os-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107056511916817327</id><published>2003-12-05T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:43:45.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These days I spend a lot of time online (methinks I was spending less before :-)) and I read about a lot of fellow bloggers. Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of blogs ! They are all interesting in one way or the other and they have interesting observations. It feels really nice to know that there is so much going on in life. I feel connected....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107056511916817327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107056511916817327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107056511916817327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107056511916817327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/these-days-i-spend-lot-of-time-online.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107050008846010640</id><published>2003-12-04T06:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-04T06:38:36.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You said ... "The fact that you made so much effort to get one of them is creditworthy.Its the gesture which counts for old-fashioned romantics, not the actual stuff ! "I say... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107050008846010640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107050008846010640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107050008846010640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107050008846010640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-said.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107049724364474570</id><published>2003-12-04T05:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-04T05:50:54.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ancient Egyptians believed the heart was the center of intelligence and emotion. They also thought so little of the brain that during mummification, they removed the brain entirely from bodies. Get Tickled by Emode</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107049724364474570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107049724364474570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107049724364474570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107049724364474570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/ancient-egyptians-believed-heart-was.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107049319405934997</id><published>2003-12-04T04:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-04T04:43:49.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catbert's comment on anti-virus software</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107049319405934997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107049319405934997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107049319405934997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107049319405934997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/catberts-comment-on-anti-virus.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107039874388024191</id><published>2003-12-03T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-03T02:29:13.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving Forward....This is something I have learnt recently. It is really very taxing when you expect the other person see your point or to make the other person accept that he/she was wrong . It is very taxing and leaves back a lot of frustration and anger. It is more peaceful to let go and not be rigid. "Time" is the biggest teacher and if you are really right, then one day the other person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107039874388024191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107039874388024191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107039874388024191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107039874388024191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/moving-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-107038928431640884</id><published>2003-12-02T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:59:52.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should have actually bought you thisinstead of Have a Good One ! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/107038928431640884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=107038928431640884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107038928431640884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/107038928431640884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-should-have-actually-bought-you-this.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106986809003172402</id><published>2003-11-26T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:04:58.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physical Separation. I understand.Mental Separation. Defies me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106986809003172402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106986809003172402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106986809003172402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106986809003172402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/physical-separation.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106978366018418343</id><published>2003-11-25T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:37:48.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors look ridiculous.---Ralph Waldo Emerson</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106978366018418343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106978366018418343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106978366018418343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106978366018418343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/give-me-health-and-day-and-i-will-make.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106978260150813551</id><published>2003-11-25T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-25T23:20:23.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Us baat ko jaane hi do...Jiska nishaan Kal ho naa hoHar pal yaha jee bar jeeyoJo hai samaKal Ho Naa Ho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106978260150813551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106978260150813551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106978260150813551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106978260150813551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/us-baat-ko-jaane-hi-do.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106969802579030586</id><published>2003-11-24T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-24T23:50:33.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Second Chance"You don’t throw a whole life away just because it’s banged up a little bit."--The trainer in the movie "Seabiscuit" .I read today that this movie is all about how people emerge victorious inspite of their previous futile attempts.Maybe life is like a wild horse. It shall throw you up and down and rough you up a little. Are you ready to tame it and enjoy the ride that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106969802579030586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106969802579030586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106969802579030586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106969802579030586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/second-chance-you-dont-throw-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106943894560242707</id><published>2003-11-21T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-21T23:52:32.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please write...Sometimes I have certain feelings but not the words. I think that maybe my feelings are beyond words.But then, once in a while, you see somebody craft your feelings so beautifully in words and you feel 'Ah ! This is a good writer and did this writer put his hand into my heart to churn the feelings out ? '. This was exactly what I felt when I read your words in last week's email</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106943894560242707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106943894560242707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106943894560242707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106943894560242707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/please-write.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106934976629895786</id><published>2003-11-20T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-20T23:06:13.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOPE, FOND HOPEWhat keeps me going ?Maybe the soft voice inside me that says that if I wait and try a little more, a little bit more and not lose hope, good things shall happen. Just when I am listening to this inner voice, I cannot help but notice that whilst I have been patiently waiting in the queue for a while, the person who just walks in, reaches out to the counter with a smile. Luck,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106934976629895786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106934976629895786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106934976629895786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106934976629895786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/hope-fond-hope-what-keeps-me-going.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106926458172157523</id><published>2003-11-19T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:32:49.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FearLurking in the nooks and corners of the web has its advantages. I found this somewhere written by a good soul called James Redfield. I don't know how practical it is but there is definitely some truth in it . "The problem with fear is that it can be very subtle and sneak up on us very quickly. You see, a fear image is always about some outcome we don’t want to occur. We fear failing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106926458172157523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106926458172157523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106926458172157523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106926458172157523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/fear-lurking-in-nooks-and-corners-of.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106917987610717821</id><published>2003-11-18T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:55:28.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Search box is a Calculator !Google is amazing ! The search box even does mathematical calculations ! I typed in something 11/11/2000 and it gave me the result of dividing 11 by 11 and then by 2000 . It can even do fundoo stuff like sqrt(4) , sin(20). It even recognizes the imaginary part i . Amazing ! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106917987610717821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106917987610717821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106917987610717821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106917987610717821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/google-search-box-is-calculator-google.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106850751058302201</id><published>2003-11-11T05:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-11T05:08:34.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like people who write about general things in a blog. Like the girl who writes about how it pains inside of her to see young children being abused. Or the boy who writes about how Indians are pitted against each other in the never ending North vs South strife. Some people write about what jewellery/clothes they wore at a wedding and where they are dining these days and the times they have spent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106850751058302201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106850751058302201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106850751058302201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106850751058302201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-like-people-who-write-about-general.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106813709503503486</id><published>2003-11-06T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:16:09.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Season a Wok   With the vast selection of cooking devices out there, none comes close to the sheer simplicity of the wok. Its curved shape enables all the cooking surface to heat evenly, and means that you can scramble eggs in one bit whilst cooking fried rice in the other parts.Despite its simplicity, cooking device manufacturers have somewhat complicated the wok by giving it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106813709503503486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106813709503503486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106813709503503486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106813709503503486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/how-to-season-wok-with-vast-selection.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106807721474426116</id><published>2003-11-06T05:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-06T05:36:58.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah my foes, and oh, my friends- It gives a lovely light! "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106807721474426116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106807721474426116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106807721474426116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106807721474426116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-candle-burns-at-both-ends-it-will.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106805579458948413</id><published>2003-11-05T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:40:15.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exploding Seems Like A Definite Possibility .The other day I saw simmering volcanoes of Hawaii on TV .Today I read about Globus Hystericus. Strange thing but this is what it is . Globus hystericus is a sensation of a lump in the throat which is not associated with any specific disease stateIt is generally associated with sadness, anxiety or stressThere is no pain or weight loss associated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106805579458948413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106805579458948413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106805579458948413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106805579458948413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/11/exploding-seems-like-definite.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106762714327862472</id><published>2003-11-01T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-01T00:35:45.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do Indian marriages have so much pomp and show ? Can't two people simply get married without all the jazz ? Is it because in itself the institution called marriage ...I understand that one day the atheists are going to sue the government because they do not believe in 'In God We Trust'There are so many crimes in India in the name of religion . Maybe we should think about becoming atheists</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106762714327862472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106762714327862472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106762714327862472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106762714327862472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/why-do-indian-marriages-have-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106762207031742589</id><published>2003-10-31T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-31T23:11:11.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Cell Block Tango"Music by John KanderLyrics by Fred EbbPerformed by: Catherine Zeta-Jones (VELMA), Susan Misner (LIZ), Deidre Goodwin (JUNE), Denise Faye (ANNIE), Ekaterina Chtchelkanova (THE HUNYAK), Mya Harrison (MONA), Taye Diggs (BANDLEADER) and the Female ChorusBACKGROUND: [GIRLS] (x 4)Pop, Six, Squish, Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz[BANDLEADER (over second repetition)]And now, the six</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106762207031742589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106762207031742589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106762207031742589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106762207031742589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/cell-block-tango-music-by-john-kander.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106746404646971591</id><published>2003-10-30T03:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:45:17.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The "some time back" SyndromeToday I spent a lot of time reading blogs and journals of other Indians . It felt good to know that they all have their minds occupied with some movies and good books . Their ages range from mid twenties to late thirties. They all have this enthusiasm and energy about things. I remember how I was like this a few years back and then I wonder what happened to me . Why</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106746404646971591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106746404646971591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106746404646971591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106746404646971591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/some-time-back-syndrome-today-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106745522589137492</id><published>2003-10-30T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:45:49.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow my head feels very light today . And I like it ..It has been a long long time since it felt this way..Maybe I felt like this for the first time when I started passing in Algebra exams . It took quite a while for me to get the hang of x's and y's and their whole squares. At that time I just couldn't understand how Mathematics could contain anything more than just numbers...Time passes by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106745522589137492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106745522589137492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106745522589137492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106745522589137492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/somehow-my-head-feels-very-light-today.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106736915466256168</id><published>2003-10-29T00:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-29T00:55:55.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linda Goodman says so. Amazing how true some are .."Consider anything only don't cry . . ."The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a man.I can almost feel the heat from here when Pluto women hear about that revelation. There's not a Scorpio female alive who doesn't think she's all woman, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106736915466256168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106736915466256168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106736915466256168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106736915466256168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/linda-goodman-says-so.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106701771841763610</id><published>2003-10-24T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-24T23:18:38.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading about 'Night Terrors' this morning. Maybe my condition is a combination of Sleep Paralysis and Night Terrors. I browsed a lot of sites and understood this. I need to calm down, be stress free and speak more about my feelings rather than hiding them. I should start reacting to things than feel mentally paralyzed. One website says that an afternoon nap will help. Maybe I should try it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106701771841763610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106701771841763610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106701771841763610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106701771841763610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-was-reading-about-night-terrors-this.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106694170043077190</id><published>2003-10-24T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-24T02:11:40.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent a lot of time this morning thinking and writing about emotional violence and psychological scars . I then decided it was time I regained my strength and took the bull by its horns. Psychology and shrinks are overrated. I was reading 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' by Thomas Hardy and people's reviews on the same. Some people felt that it was very boring and corny. Somehow I was reminded of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106694170043077190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106694170043077190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106694170043077190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106694170043077190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-spent-lot-of-time-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106685973839388182</id><published>2003-10-23T03:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-23T03:25:38.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meg Ryan was on TV today talking about her new movie 'In the Cut' to be released later this week. She was referring to one of the scenes in the film where the hero woos the lady with his words and the way he speaks. A couple of nice thoughts followed.Eroticism is more than flesh . Sometimes the way your loved one speaks, the timbre of the voice , the pitch and the modulation can be more erotic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106685973839388182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106685973839388182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106685973839388182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106685973839388182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/meg-ryan-was-on-tv-today-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106678160232738052</id><published>2003-10-22T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-22T05:43:22.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I liked the card-kicker on TV today.The guy who can so happily kick off with his foot an entire castle of cards that he built for three days !The smile on his face when he is kicking off those cards.I see contentment there. The  castle does not matter to him anymore. He is satisfied with the fact that he has the ability to create it and the pleasure the whole process gave.Will I be able </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106678160232738052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106678160232738052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106678160232738052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106678160232738052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-liked-card-kicker-on-tv-today.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106678082522220932</id><published>2003-10-22T05:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-22T05:30:25.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of my favorite lines ...Virginia Woolf in 'The Hours' It is possible to die. Laura thinks, suddenly, of how she -how anyone- can make a choice like that. It is a reckless, vertiginous thought, slightly disembodied -it announces itself inside her head, faintly but distinctly, like a voice crackling from a distant radio station. She could decide to die. It is an abstract, shimmering notion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106678082522220932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106678082522220932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106678082522220932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106678082522220932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/some-of-my-favorite-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972688.post-106676396028526592</id><published>2003-10-22T00:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-10-22T00:49:20.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sritopia roolz !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/feeds/106676396028526592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5972688&amp;postID=106676396028526592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106676396028526592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5972688/posts/default/106676396028526592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sritopia.blogspot.com/2003/10/sritopia-roolz.html' title=''/><author><name>s v</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
