<?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-30624744</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:43:29.061+05:30</updated><category term='The Google Story'/><category term='Vegetarianism'/><category term='Multitasking'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='David Vise'/><category term='Ink'/><category term='Upma'/><category term='games'/><category term='Idli'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Google'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='Windows Mobile 5'/><category term='Larry Page'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Blackberry'/><category term='Chrome'/><category term='Literati'/><category term='HTC desire'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Dosa'/><category term='Smartphones'/><category term='word games'/><category term='Sergey Brin'/><category term='Android'/><category term='Google chrome'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>I rant and rave..but sensibly.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-2583495343487073402</id><published>2011-07-14T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:55:36.531+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant food!</title><content type='html'>Beautiful colours in food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkHSWJTnAa4/Th7gGy28baI/AAAAAAAADAo/W7pIbvPDoHI/s1600/bhel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkHSWJTnAa4/Th7gGy28baI/AAAAAAAADAo/W7pIbvPDoHI/s320/bhel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj9yunsXgaM/Th7gKOpkhrI/AAAAAAAADAs/CsqtqQ0J-Yo/s1600/gobi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bj9yunsXgaM/Th7gKOpkhrI/AAAAAAAADAs/CsqtqQ0J-Yo/s320/gobi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FSyb_7CKVI/Th7gLzkFyLI/AAAAAAAADAw/QXyRmhMsUZ4/s1600/dalambri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FSyb_7CKVI/Th7gLzkFyLI/AAAAAAAADAw/QXyRmhMsUZ4/s320/dalambri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-2583495343487073402?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2583495343487073402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=2583495343487073402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2583495343487073402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2583495343487073402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/vibrant-food.html' title='Vibrant food!'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkHSWJTnAa4/Th7gGy28baI/AAAAAAAADAo/W7pIbvPDoHI/s72-c/bhel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-2580616677656444927</id><published>2011-07-11T03:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-11T03:34:01.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idli'/><title type='text'>Bombaatt breakfast dishes</title><content type='html'>Some tiffin items I tried instead of the usual toast and cereal. They were quite easy to make and my Mother has taught me well. I have used all ingredients carefully without much oil.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit however that the Upma was made for dinner rather than for breakfast since I ran out of veggies!&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my&lt;a href="http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/change-is-only-constant-thing-in-life.html"&gt; last post&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;, I have photographed my food to impress upon my mind as to how healthy and nutritious Indian food is. Something which I can pass on to my children and theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eoldsPzyeI/ThohU1Tly0I/AAAAAAAADAY/fxIoJW9fJQE/s1600/Dosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eoldsPzyeI/ThohU1Tly0I/AAAAAAAADAY/fxIoJW9fJQE/s320/Dosa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69HJp1mkH-4/ThohW-ZgILI/AAAAAAAADAc/t7qmRlXvx4M/s1600/Idli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69HJp1mkH-4/ThohW-ZgILI/AAAAAAAADAc/t7qmRlXvx4M/s320/Idli.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ev_alVlms/ThohYzRpJzI/AAAAAAAADAg/DCxZ5gladjU/s1600/Rava+idli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ev_alVlms/ThohYzRpJzI/AAAAAAAADAg/DCxZ5gladjU/s320/Rava+idli.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qveENwh3xcY/Thoha8wCrDI/AAAAAAAADAk/g6x21es3fAA/s1600/Upma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qveENwh3xcY/Thoha8wCrDI/AAAAAAAADAk/g6x21es3fAA/s320/Upma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will upload some lunch and dinner items in my upcoming posts where I have experimented with a variety of dishes. Enjoy the beautiful sights till then and get cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-2580616677656444927?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2580616677656444927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=2580616677656444927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2580616677656444927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2580616677656444927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/bombaatt-breakfast-dishes.html' title='Bombaatt breakfast dishes'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eoldsPzyeI/ThohU1Tly0I/AAAAAAAADAY/fxIoJW9fJQE/s72-c/Dosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-5458516504724091492</id><published>2011-07-08T16:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:30:30.174+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>I love food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Change is the only constant thing in life they say. However, it's been 3 years in UK and I find nothing changing, well except the soaring prices of everything. I long to return to India and re-experience life amidst my people, my culture, my land. All things apart, I am 100% Indian at heart. I just love my country too much. A tiny example, food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Food is the Bible of my life. Well not really. But nearly so. There is something so wonderfully satisfying about food and what makes it even better, is one's ability to enjoy it. I have been experimenting with lots of new varieties of late and I find that I just get better. My next post will be some sample recipes. Although I have promised myself that I will not succumb to photographing my food, it just looks so pretty on my prettier crockery waiting to be eaten with zest. It would seem almost criminal to not have a photographic memory of a sense of personal culinary achievement! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to possess healthy eating habits, a gene passed down from my Mother. Something that I will always be grateful to her for. I am a vegetarian and don't entertain turning 'Ovo' as well. All the food that I cook, I enjoy preparing lovingly be it for myself or my friends. I eat it with more passion and do not waste a morsel. Some friends say that I inspire them to initiate cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't cook any other cuisine apart from Indian and a rare pasta in a blue moon. Indian food, high in nutrition and taste and low in all the bad stuff that docs warn you against, is the reason why we have the lowest rate of colon cancer in the world. I ensure that I hold on to my South Indian heritage by eating idli and dosai at least twice a week. Abroad, that IS something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I am at work at the moment, let me stop this post right here, lest I shift my focus towards food and forget the lab! It's already lunch time, so might as well take a break! Look out for some pretty food pictures in the upcoming posts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chow, I mean Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-5458516504724091492?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5458516504724091492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=5458516504724091492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5458516504724091492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5458516504724091492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/change-is-only-constant-thing-in-life.html' title='I love food!'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-2413509312820204551</id><published>2011-07-01T20:07:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:47:49.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Android'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HTC desire'/><title type='text'>iPhone and HTC Desire</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted. And what better way to grab people's attention than a blog about 2 hip things - The iPhone and HTC Desire. Be warned, this is not an article about the features of these phones, but simply me using 2 totally alien gadgets. Finally, from a scientist to a gadget geek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not having been an Apple fan since inception, I was naturally not receptive to the idea of ever buying or owning any Apple product. But beggars cannot be choosers when I received the iPhone 3G from the Mister for my last Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it seemed OK. Good body, quality, solid mass. When I unlocked it and browsed through all the little icons it seemed pretty good. I have a MAC desktop at work and I hate it. The keyboard is unfamiliar and the window controls are the other way around! So naturally lay my skepticism for all Apple gadgets. The iPhone however changed my views and I guess that was the idea for Steve Jobs. To invent something that everybody could use, enjoy and feel 'in'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the UK at the time when the iPhone was released, only O2 sponsored 3G connections. 3G is quite slow and more so since I have a plethora of apps that really keep me occupied on the train, bus and even during seminars. Most apps are free and require constant updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the iPhone does have an iPod, I still maintain a separate iPod that my dad got me when I left India. Maps was another feature that I found extremely useful especially when Ashwin and I visited Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using the iPhone for almost a year, I received a HTC Desire from Ashwin as a gift. A friend of mine had been using it and she seemed quite comfy with it. It was a co-incidence that I received the Android phone. Android is a more stable, sturdier and performance-driven. Some apps are difficult to come by freely, but other features such as Google Maps and Google Talk are very familiar and a joy to use. The other thing which I don't like about the iPhone is not being able to customise ringtones without a funky software, but this is not a problem with Desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using both simultaneously now and I find that I still like the iPhone probably due to familiarity and ease. Call quality is similar in both. I haven't had a problem with data reception as well. The Desire I find is packed with more features and is user friendlier as it has options to customise your display and icons and everything basically which the iPhone doesn't let you do. &lt;br /&gt;I will fully switch over to Desire when I am not lazy enough to transfer all my data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now over to posting something more interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-2413509312820204551?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2413509312820204551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=2413509312820204551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2413509312820204551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/2413509312820204551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2011/07/iphone-and-htc-desire.html' title='iPhone and HTC Desire'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-8332823755038600860</id><published>2008-10-13T01:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:09:22.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live without prejudice</title><content type='html'>When I first learned that I may have to move to the United Kingdom, I wasn't too keen on it, honestly. As time went on, I realized that I would have to get on board eventually. So I started preparing myself mentally for the transition. Physically, I was capable of enduring any hardship, as do most human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the date of my journey started inching closer, I was a little biased; not only because I sort of had the mental makeup that I just wouldn't adjust to life there. After all, every country has its own fun and quirks. When it came to the UK, I wasn't so sure about the fun.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a choice - I had to move ! I had a lot of prejudice and negative impressions about England. I had a talk with my folks and they seemed that I would do all right there. It seemed that simple (well, to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went. I landed there on a Sunday - Boy was I shocked when I entered the city. It had its English charm; it was quaint, but also it was so modern ! The buildings, the transport, the people everything about the city made it so mystique. I liked it on sight immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little I knew about the UK, was from TV and lets be honest here, TV shows always don't paint the correct picture about any culture - a brilliant example would have to be our 'Saas-Bahu' soaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The population of this city is about a little more than a half million. I found the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; in this place. Its expensive all right, but the living is good and I feel that anyone would get used to this way of life quickly and with minimum fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hassle-free, in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my thoughts whilst I was in India proved to be wrong. I was scared and judgemental. I don't want to be that way and I certainly look forward to continued pleasant surprises in this land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-8332823755038600860?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8332823755038600860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=8332823755038600860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/8332823755038600860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/8332823755038600860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-without-prejudice.html' title='Live without prejudice'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-3888111356990520977</id><published>2008-09-04T18:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:28:42.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google chrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Chrome</title><content type='html'>So, heard about Google Chrome from my Ma the other day. Decided to try it and see what the fuss is all about. Turns out, there IS something indeed to be made a fuss about !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I searched for Chrome on the google search engine, I didn't have the slightest idea what it is - a browser, application ? So, I downloaded it and installed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I double clicked the icon on my desktop and was transported directly to a page that said "Chrome", I realized what the fun is ! You can actually type the query on the usual address bar and it generates the search result. It also boasts features like fast and safe browsing, the option of opening multiple tabs, displays other Google application links, generates suggestions for your search query and plus get this -- it saves and imports all your bookmarks that previously existed on firefox. I really enjoyed using Chrome. It was, in a nutshell, hassle-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still use Mozilla, I like using Chrome for all my googling. And I love the new tab browsers that Internet Explorer took forever to implement. Makes all your work easier and works great in an office too (especially true when you have a game running and your boss walks by).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next big task is to teach my Mom how to use it; well she's not exactly computer comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the info and the download is available &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy browsing ! Enjoy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-3888111356990520977?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3888111356990520977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=3888111356990520977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/3888111356990520977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/3888111356990520977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2008/09/chrome.html' title='Chrome'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-6572537917400128836</id><published>2008-08-21T20:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:12:36.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multitasking'/><title type='text'>Multi- tasking</title><content type='html'>I have started multi-tasking.. again !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning my shelf and found my pencil box from high school. I opened it and found about 6 to 7  ink pens lying in it. I took one out, cleaned it in water, steamed the nib with my breath and filled it with ink. I didn't have a dropper so I took an empty syringe which pretty much did the trick, only I spilled about 10 drops of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bright blue&lt;/span&gt; ink all over my pant !! Anyway, with the urge to write using this pen only, I started with the idea of writing something on a small scribble pad.. But I ended up writing a short story! ( The story will be one of my next posts) 'Twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got yelled at by Ma, because I wasn't paying attention to her shouts for dinner. So reluctantly pulled myself out of my eternally occupied chair and headed to the dining room, with my pen and book in one hand, a towel on my shoulder, my other hand controlling the volume on my iPod, the cell phone tucked under my arm and my feet dragging my 2 pairs of bathroom slippers ( I've always wondered why I need 2 pairs of in-house slippers !) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call that multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favourite bi-tasking activity, which I perform frequently, is talking on the phone and removing chipped nail polish from my toes. I had stopped this habit for a while and picked it up yet again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've passed on this multitasking thing over to my husband. He does it too ! You know how? While watching TV (usually the same ol' cricket reruns) he actually eats junk food !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what we call -- It runs in the family !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-6572537917400128836?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6572537917400128836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=6572537917400128836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/6572537917400128836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/6572537917400128836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/multi-tasking.html' title='Multi- tasking'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-5794140676479862501</id><published>2007-02-12T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:46:02.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sergey Brin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Google Story'/><title type='text'>The Google Story</title><content type='html'>We all use it frequently and it has become our default search tool.  If we need any information about anything either or not on the web, we seek help from this search engine. So much so that the term "google this, google that" has replaced "search this, search that".&lt;br /&gt;What is Google? Which brilliant mind started this company? Like many others, the taste of success would have been experienced after the company went through failures.&lt;br /&gt;Google is today a large software company with over 10000 employees founded by Larry Page and Sergey Brin in 1989. The company headquarters are located in MountainView, California, U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;The book that portrays the rapid growth and rise of Google over the years is written by Dr. David Vise.&lt;br /&gt;Read all about the story, expansion of Google, its partners, etc etc. over &lt;a href="http://www.thegooglestory.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To order this book online, click &lt;a href="http://www.sapnaonline.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To see the full profile of Google and its corporate working, visit &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/corporate/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-5794140676479862501?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5794140676479862501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=5794140676479862501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5794140676479862501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5794140676479862501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/google-story.html' title='The Google Story'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-5268831560006273081</id><published>2007-02-12T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:10:51.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smartphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows Mobile 5'/><title type='text'>An OS for mobile phones</title><content type='html'>So the newest operating system introduced is the one for mobile phones and this has been launched by Microsoft. Who else?&lt;br /&gt;The facility of reading e-mail , typing documents on Word, using Excel spreadsheets , viewing text and images with their original format is indeed a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Now the convenience of carrying the computer with you wherever you go, literally in your hands, is a step-ahead in technology from Microsoft. And what with all its speed and dominance in the PC world, it sure is creating waves.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,20867,21214008-1702,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-5268831560006273081?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5268831560006273081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=5268831560006273081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5268831560006273081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/5268831560006273081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/os-for-mobile-phones.html' title='An OS for mobile phones'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-3295949525651829796</id><published>2007-02-08T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:46:18.252+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Talk about kicking a$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4DMnpcbECw/Rcwb_zhKPPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h9U6WCgktl0/s1600-h/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4DMnpcbECw/Rcwb_zhKPPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h9U6WCgktl0/s400/game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029425666841001202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my honey were playing Literati today. We had so much fun and shared a great bonding and all. The game started off pretty well, with each of us making decent words and scoring pretty good points. He was very good for a first-timer, taking time to strategise and constructing practical words for the board. Gotta say, I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;So each of us had crossed 50 and were looking to beat (or impress???) the other. I was thinking hard and long as to how to form long words using all my 7 tiles, as that would have fetched me more points. I could have consulted a dictionary, but my conscience wouldn't allow it. I tried to make words within 2 to 2.5  minutes and each time I succeeded in doing that, it was a moral victory for me, too.  I was doing pretty well when mid-way through the game, he took over and was many points ahead of me. I felt ashamed, but strangely proud too.&lt;br /&gt;I actually was a spoil sport then and thought of quitting the game, because I can't accept defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Half-heartedly, I looked at the word he made and looked at my tiles. It was hopeless. There was no word I could make. I was losing. He was ahead of me and I couldn't possibly catch up. I was looking at his points and mine and I was literally feeling so bad and at the same time, very happy that he was ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, like some sort of push from God, a word, a beautiful word, a word that could fetch me many many points came to my mind and I knew it was feasible to play it. I was drowned in bliss. I knew I would get ahead of him IF I made this move. And so, I did. I got ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Who would win? Him or me? He had a fat chance of winning, but then, so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 9 tiles remaining. His move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 tiles remaining. My move. I had to pass. There was no damn space to make my word. There were no letters to fit into that space. Damn! Pass!&lt;br /&gt;His score: 162. Mine: 191.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His move: a 21 point word. His score: 183.&lt;br /&gt;My move: a 2 point word. My score: 193&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he got ahead of me by 1 point. Too late! 0 tiles remaining (BTW, if you hadn't noticed, I WAS taking this game verrrry seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His score: 198. Mine: 203 (I somehow gathered some brains somewhere to make that second last word )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His move. His score: 202. Mine: 203. My turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one last move and got 210. Game over!!! I had won. But I think, the moral victory was definitely his. He played a challenging game. My worthiest and most interesting opponent, till date. So proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: However, I did kick some butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-3295949525651829796?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3295949525651829796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=3295949525651829796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/3295949525651829796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/3295949525651829796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/talk-about-kicking.html' title='Talk about kicking a$$'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K4DMnpcbECw/Rcwb_zhKPPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h9U6WCgktl0/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-6373360500798722828</id><published>2007-01-25T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:02:46.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Basic principles of thyself.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiddling with experiences -- Here are some scruples I believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Reversing what John Donne said, "Every man is an island".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Experiences of joy are immediately followed by sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---No one is genuine(A modern version of Newton's III law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---All relationships are temporary. Its best not to get too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---If you feel the need to share your feelings with someone, start with yourself. Build your inner strength tougher than concrete. Rely only on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Misery is never short-lived. All good things come to an end, but bad things are further nurtured by evil and live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Revenge is sweet, but self punishment is strangely sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Smile when your enemies are around; but nurture the malice within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---What goes around never comes around. So don't expect it to. Be prepared to fight verbally and physically, enjoy it with force and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---There are millions who suffer with you, but you have to fight your own battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Explore. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Have self-pity because no one else is capable of sympathizing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Bitterness goes a long way. Travel with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Never judge anyone. They could be otherwise. Similarly, don't judge yourself. You can also change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The above is a snippet of how I feel. Not applicable to anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-6373360500798722828?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6373360500798722828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=6373360500798722828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/6373360500798722828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/6373360500798722828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/basic-principles-of-thyself.html' title='Basic principles of thyself.........'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-116359120609117801</id><published>2006-11-15T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shudders $$$ ..the importance of meditating</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I sat down and analysed myself. The crazy things I do. Ways of justifying those things. And methods of inventing new ones.&lt;br /&gt;From a long time, I knew I was feverishly active and fidgety. I never comprehended that this activity would lead to some sort of discomfort when inactive.&lt;br /&gt;There was this story where a genie released out of a bottle, tells his master that he needed to be kept busy all the time. And if he failed to do so, the genie would kill him.&lt;br /&gt;So, relating myself to this story, I was a little scared because I need to do something all the time and if I sit down without doing anything, I get impatient. Inactivity kills me! Just a few minutes back, I felt restlessness flow through my veins. It was so frustrating!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, asked my friend who is a doctor as to why I have anxiety and bouts of racing zeal in me. He has asked me to meditate. Believe me, I have done transcendental meditation before, and it helps. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;You feel a sense of peace and quiet and calm. For me, it has acted both (though paradoxically) as a mild sedator and a refresher. In true senses of both words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind and brain are 2 different entities. The mind is abstract. A thing made or broken out of desire and emotions. Much like the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The brain is physiologically the reason as to why I am sitting and typing this blog (God knows why!)  This info isn't important, but essential enough to emphasize the need to keep both the brain and mind calm and alert. Remember, being calm doesn't mean you have to be passive and invigilant. Serenity and vigilance go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad none of you bothered to read this far :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-116359120609117801?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116359120609117801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=116359120609117801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116359120609117801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116359120609117801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/shudders-importance-of-meditating.html' title='Shudders $$$ ..the importance of meditating'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-116349854897205620</id><published>2006-11-14T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:32:28.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time has changed everything...including us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Once upon a time, when I was a little girl that is, life was very very different. Not at all like how I am living now. And certainly not the way that today's children are living or rather existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical routine consisted of getting up early in the morning(due to retiring at a reasonable hour at night!), bathe, pray, eat and go to school. Upon returning home, Mom would keep something ready to eat, then friends would be ready to run, climb trees, play all kinds of sports. Prayers would be recited after coming back home, homework would be finished, lessons studied, dinner eaten, spend time with the members of the family, prayers said before going to bed and that's it. On Sundays and other holidays, the family would get together and either go out, or Mom would teach us something new to learn. The Arts, as I call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you don't find children and teenagers doing this sort of thing. Bed time ranges from 11 pm to even 5 am. Rising is, not with the Sun, but as the heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast and other meals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depend on what other fast/junk food are consumed throughout the day. Techno savvy kids are oblivious to health, hunger, a committment to studies and performing household chores.&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents and other relatives are never thought about. Friendships develop, quite not liking to the parents' tastes.&lt;br /&gt;Children roll their way to childhood obesity and are blissfully ignorant of the various health hazards and risks they put themselves into. Its a fast world. The pace has been accelerated and elders can do nothing but sit and watch helplessly as their children tread paths paved of non-traditional and un-conventional methods.&lt;br /&gt;Individuality has been lost. No more do you find girls with flowers in their hair or boys playing lagori and kabaddi. Instead, winning at Tomb Raider or Claw are seemingly more essential. And with the invention of a variety of gadgets and gizmos, it is impossible not to be bored. Still, youngsters complain of mundane tasks and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Industries are catering to the needs of people with the only aim of making more money; not caring about the society's concerns. Why don't these people learn? Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is that the world has changed. And is unfortunately with all its advances, it is slipping into trouble, trouble and bigger trouble.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we can do is to pray to God, to restore our mental balance. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-116349854897205620?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116349854897205620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=116349854897205620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116349854897205620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116349854897205620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-has-changed-everythingincluding.html' title='Time has changed everything...including us!'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-116108837116898047</id><published>2006-10-17T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:02:51.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2305/3275/1600/No%20plot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2305/3275/320/No%20plot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all the budding novelists out there(that includes me too), this is a great guide to help you all to write a fairly good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am neither advertising nor selling these books. They sell themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-116108837116898047?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116108837116898047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=116108837116898047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116108837116898047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116108837116898047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pick.html' title='My pick'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-116108784727957528</id><published>2006-10-17T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:54:07.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unintelligible!!</title><content type='html'>Who can understand the beauty of Maths? I mean, is it a beauty in the first place? There are many who disgree but I am one of 'those' people, who are completely smitten by the enigma of this subject.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I started studying for GRE and we were required to study this is as an important criterion for judging our abilities. So, here I am, having learnt only Biology and Chemistry for the past 7 years; and missing out totally on Math!! I used to do number puzzles, but that's a different thing altogether. Apart from the basic Math, I had forgotten about the different areas and problems. So from the past 3 months, I have been reading text book after text book, trying to comprehend each problem and the possibility of various solutions.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the second text book of Algebra. There were x's and y's all over the page. It looked dirty. But then again, I had to solve each equation. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I finished about 25 problems and got only 17 right! It kills me to even mention it. Anyway, moving on to the next tragedy....&lt;br /&gt;Geometry is a subject that deals with figures. Now, why would any sane person, in everyday life, want to calculate angles and length sides and areas?? What is the point? I cannot even imagine the torture I put myself through each day going through useless theorems for GRE to do a  friggin' BIOLOGICAL course!! Its like studying about Adolf Hitler to pursue a course in Quantum Mechanics. There's no connection. &lt;br /&gt;Now my troubles have eased a bit. I am familiar with concepts and  moving on. So much so, that the tables have turned and I like this subject a lot(Lets not get carried away..I mean, I like it..I mean, I can live with it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck! Math sucks!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-116108784727957528?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116108784727957528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=116108784727957528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116108784727957528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/116108784727957528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/unintelligible.html' title='Unintelligible!!'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115277787968595387</id><published>2006-07-13T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:34:39.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dragging Days.............................................</title><content type='html'>Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115277787968595387?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115277787968595387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115277787968595387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115277787968595387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115277787968595387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/dragging-days.html' title='Dragging Days.............................................'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115270183835321692</id><published>2006-07-12T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:44:58.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Haircut story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went shopping the other day and passed by a store that had glass panes almost like mirrors...The kind I dread(reasons unimportant). Saw myself and was shocked. My hair looked like an overgrown bush and I was terrified. I let myself go out looking like that all the time? Damage control needed!!&lt;br /&gt;So, went to this beauty salon as soon as I reached home. Three ladies there : nos 1, 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;1 asks me what I want. Told her that I need a good haircut. She asked me to leave it loose and assessed the existing 'style'. 2 said my hair is very short for any sort of hairdo. 1 shook her head and said that little is possible cos the hair is already short plus its wavy. Me standing there, thinking, "I HAD to come here??" LORL. 1 &amp; 2 were chorussing something together. Paid little attention to them. 3 pretty much didn't talk and kept nodding her head for everything the other two were saying. Felt like they're deciding some sort of world crisis or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I said "Listen. I know that I have short hair. But not that short too. So, give me a good quality cut and trim the hedge."&lt;br /&gt;So, they ask me to sit down and 1 started snippin' away. Guess she owned the salon. She took sections of the hair and kept asking if she could cut this much and that much. I was least bothered. As long as the hair didn't look like some sort of next, I had no problems.&lt;br /&gt;2 kept spraying the water..which was getting in my face and eyes. I kept yelling "Hey!!". She kept  apologising. But kept doing it. LORL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a cookery book on the counter and since I love new dishes, I was browsing for some new vegetarian food. 1 looked over my shoulder and said "I tried that dish. Its very good Madam. I'm sure you would like it."...I said "Okay.  But I'm living with someone else now. They won't let me cook. And there's no gas in my original home. But, thanks for the suggestion." She was very vividy surprised! "You living with someone else? And they won'y let ya cook? Just when you can show your gratitude". Me thinking, "You Jackass. What does it matter? Somebody cooks and I eat. Why do ya even bother? Just cut my hair!!" Anyway, as I was reading, felt this sharp pain in my neck. She cut my skin!!! Bloody hell!!! Hurt like crazy. "Owww", I screamed. "So sorry Madam." she said. 2 went running somewhere and took 3 with her. "You were reading the recipie??" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Madam".....&lt;br /&gt;Neck bleeding. Could feel the warm blood flowing. Got up and thrashed her. She kept saying "Sorry Madam..So sorry".....What's the use?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..Anyway, 2 &amp;amp; 3 came back with some spirit/dettol. Took some cotton and dabbed it onto my neck. Ouch again!!! What do I have todo to get these women off my neck??? LORL...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whilst they were doing that, I had a look at my haircut. I let out the most blood curdling scream in history EVER!!! Twas Bad..with a capital B...No ...make that all caps! BAD.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't what I had asked for and the hair was so very very short. Angrily asked 1 "How much do I owe you?" .."Nothing"..She said.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a free bad haircut plus a nice deep gash on my nape. Went back home and washed my hair and dried it. Hmmm....Then..of all the miracles....It looked awesome!!! She hadn't spoiled anything!!! I was elated. So, I went back there and paid her the full money. Not only that, I even complimented her on her skills. Woah!!! She must have been very unsure of herself and plus scared that she had bruised me. But I went home that day...feeling the happiest!!&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I got a paid quality cut. The gash has healed and my friends can't stop touching my hair!!! Now, who gets this lucky??? LORL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115270183835321692?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115270183835321692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115270183835321692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115270183835321692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115270183835321692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/haircut-story.html' title='The Haircut story'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115218401308618166</id><published>2006-07-06T16:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:38:42.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of the examinations(I knew this would come...!!)</title><content type='html'>The first question my people asked me as soon as I finished my last exam(June 24th) was :&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.  You're 23 years old now and you're done with your education. Have you planned what to do next? "&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, Not in as many words/language, but my point is taken??&lt;br /&gt;So, I answered them :&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'm 23 years old now and I'm done with my education. Have YOU guys planned anything for me next?"&lt;br /&gt;LORL LORL...I was laughing a LOT..&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, getting frustrated for my making fun of everything, but not wanting to scold me, they kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why they are obstinately and stubbornly keen for me to keep asking questions like these. Like I have everything planned out on a Post-It? Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, my usually reliable brother, is being unusually unreliable. ROTFL!&lt;br /&gt;So I went running to Mumbai to seek solace in my grandmom. But she too started off with the same type of questions!! I just quirked and ran off..knowing she can't chase me!&lt;br /&gt;Now, during meal times, when the family is together, how am I supposed to escape comments and interrogation? Though they come in the form of 'best interest'...they do have a form of some kind.., don't they? So, decided not to eat AT ALL! Prolly, sneak in to the kitchen after dark and hog! Bless fate! She made me fall sick the next day and I couldn't 'join' them at the table. But here I am, still a bit unwell, And back at Bangalore!!!&lt;br /&gt;God bless Fate. And Lady Luck too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115218401308618166?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115218401308618166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115218401308618166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115218401308618166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115218401308618166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/aftermath-of-examinationsi-knew-this.html' title='The Aftermath of the examinations(I knew this would come...!!)'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115217439055033768</id><published>2006-07-06T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:58:04.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Past(And how nobody can change it!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am done with studies. No more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;academic &lt;/span&gt;examinations, lectures and bunking classes. Went to college yesterday and felt a bit sad that I was once an entity of all the good and bad. Can't believe that time has flown and am in a place where everything is undecisive and filled with cross roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these friends of mine Sha and Sandy are the 2 craziest gals I have EVER met in my life so far. Its like calling a spade, a spade. But hands down, these 2 are so unbelievably stupid and lovable that, I felt very very sad that we cannot get to be a part of each other's lives like how it was.&lt;br /&gt;I first met Sand( I call her Macha) during orientation. Seemd normal at first, very cheerful and paid me some compliment. I started guffawing coz I never paid a compliment to a stranger before! Twas funny! We started off on an instant roll and immediately became best gal pals. Me being more of a guy, am the..well, guy type! And Sha(I call her Machi) I became close to in our 2nd semester when I confided in her about some domestic problem at home.&lt;br /&gt;Never did I EVER imagine, that, that confidence would lead to an amazing thick friendship.&lt;br /&gt;There was another girl N, whom I feel hesitant to even mention. We were close from my Bachelor days. I have no idea what went wrong. Guess 1 out of 5 friendships, break or fade away. Anyway, we 3 used to have the greatest fun ever!&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and making silly jokes, was all we would do. Used to call each other by crazy names(censored on this blog)&lt;/span&gt; ..And used to gobble up each other's lunch. Macha was a poor eater..though looking at her size, one couldn't figure that out. I am a good eater and looking at my size, is evident. Machi is a moderate eater....but is very very thin. My all time fave food is curd rice. It doesn't beat, in my opinion, any of the 'modern day' junk.&lt;br /&gt;So, this one time, M, M and I had been to the neighbouring class with our tiffin boxes in our hands, when the lecturer entered our class and we didn't know! We ate like there was no tomorrow. Should've seen Macha eat. She was super fast. Now, the problem of swallowing..LORL.. Returning to class, all 3 of us are sitting there, our bellies aching...both with suppressed laughter and the quick gulping, struggling for the 2 hour period to end. Machi and I used to sit next to each other. Used to have competitions as to who would write the fastest! She invariably won. And spoiled her writing! LORL...&lt;br /&gt;Finished the class and went to drop Sha to the bus stop. San and me used to go together on my bike. She would always ride and I would sit at the back and make all these weird noises. She has a weakness for laughter and I used to get infected too!! The bike would start shaking and go in a zig-zag manner. Many a time, we had to pull over and stop till the laughter subsided. But not for long!!! LORL....Thinking of it now, makes me burst out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 3rd sem finals. We had the exam in another branch. So couldn't get my bike. San and me used to walk half the distance and then try getting a rick, which BTW, we would never be able to get, due to the short distance back home! So, its like being Penny wise and Pound foolish. Coz we always ended up going back the distance and getting a rick from there. Never once, during all those exams, did we have the brains to take a rick from the college entrance! LORL...&lt;br /&gt;Once we bumped into an actor, from a TV serial. San went ahead and said " Sir I am ur biggest fan...Ondhu autograph Saaar!!" .... Moron, she didn't even know his name..LORL...He gave her the a'graph anyway. We had the biggest laugh after he went, making him turn back and wonder what happened to these gals! Laughing all the way back, we caught an auto, and neither of us were able to tell the driver, where to. We were uncontrollable. So, we stopped like 12 autos and weren't able to talk!!!! LOL.......&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went walking all the way to the bus stop and caught the bus!! We weren't even bothered that we hadn't performed well in the exams. But, twas fun all the way!!! We did get a first class, you know. So, laughing any day is worth, a poor performance... LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115217439055033768?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115217439055033768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115217439055033768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115217439055033768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115217439055033768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/pastand-how-nobody-can-change-it.html' title='The Past(And how nobody can change it!)'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115208817346779027</id><published>2006-07-05T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:59:33.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2305/3275/1600/John%20Cena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2305/3275/320/John%20Cena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I frst heard about the 'Doctor' of Thuganomics, I pooh-poohed it. Then I realised that he was none other than the incredible John Cena. Somehow, this guy has my inspiration to pump up my biceps.&lt;br /&gt;Having been to Mumbai recently, he spoke to NDTV and seemed so pleasant, no airs and no false modesty. Was a pleasure to see him.&lt;br /&gt;Wittiest guy I have ever seen apart from Stone Cold. Now, this doesn't mean I am a WWE fan..I was, once upon a time..Now I watch just select wrestlers and see how they kick a$$...&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how the human body/mind reacts to a energetic situation. It tries to associate itself to the energy and being a student of Biochemistry, this would be one area where I would love to research more on the body-mind biochemistry physiology.&lt;br /&gt;Think I've gone too techie, so, I'll stop..One more look @ John, sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115208817346779027?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115208817346779027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115208817346779027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115208817346779027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115208817346779027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-frst-heard-about-doctor-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115199685224909602</id><published>2006-07-04T12:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:10:45.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unintelligible !?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, was reading some true life  story on the net&lt;/span&gt; about a couple who have experienced 'love on the rebound' in ways more than one!&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, was thinking about how I almost fell for that years ago!&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece of poetry that won me the "Poetess of the Year" contest held at Washington:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I wish that someday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How i wish that someday, you and i could&lt;br /&gt;spend time under the wide banyan tree,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that someday, you and i could&lt;br /&gt;race in the expanse of the yellow cornfields&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that someday, you and i could&lt;br /&gt;pick wild roses and jasmine,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that someday, you and i could&lt;br /&gt;listen to the song of the nightingale,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that someday, you and i could&lt;br /&gt;laugh at each other's folly,&lt;br /&gt;We shan't be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to wish for and&lt;br /&gt;so little to choose from,&lt;br /&gt;How wish that someday, i could wish for&lt;br /&gt;those few choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After re-reading this, I thought I am a changed person. But recently, NO..I am back to Square One and I don't think I will EVER change. Guess that's a born trait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115199685224909602?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115199685224909602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115199685224909602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115199685224909602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115199685224909602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/unintelligible.html' title='Unintelligible !?!'/><author><name>Eagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06087389332887993874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3qg8_K3MUw/Th7gnoR7dzI/AAAAAAAADA8/yndIMjLnSSw/s220/Eagle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30624744.post-115199311378127698</id><published>2006-07-04T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:35:13.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes!! Sigh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever after reaching a new sense of maturity, felt that things were not ok. So, I took decisions in my own hands and am moulding my life the way I want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted to do a Ph.D. in Biochemistry and have been channelising my focus towards that. My family is very supportive and they have facilitated every decision in my life. Looks very nice and all. But all of a sudden, I have decided not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Told my parents and they were a bit shocked. Plus, me not getting admissions in the States. I don't want to do a Ph.D. from Bangalore University. Not ready to shift base to any other city. So, my folks are upset but they have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its a bad decision. But I can't keep studying and slaving over something that I might get bored with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am in the marriageable age now. Parents and elder brother looking out. Rejected some great guys, due to this new found 'maturity' . I don't know what the hell is wrong with me!! I am allergic to men who have spent their years in the States. I don't wanna leave Blore. Its simple. Who understands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I now want to work part time. 'Coz I wanna spend time doing other stuff. I need cash to support my self. That's it. Don't wanna earn big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;So, the idea of working part time and playing music has become an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask, are the decisions we make/take the best ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know I sound real high maintenance by putting points 1-3 for what I wrote above. LOL LOL LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30624744-115199311378127698?l=sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115199311378127698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30624744&amp;postID=115199311378127698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115199311378127698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30624744/posts/default/115199311378127698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sooperbombaatt.blogspot.com/2006/07/changes-sigh.html' title='Changes!! 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