<?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-6263098</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:05:21.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is Life!</title><subtitle type='html'>My musings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-2147289647146548306</id><published>2009-07-16T15:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:56:40.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do you feel?</title><content type='html'>Is it very easy to analyze how you feel and put it into words? Do people often have that clarity of thought? Extreme happiness and sadness are the easy ones to feel. But in many situations I have been in the state where I do not know exactly how I feel! It's crazy to think that my own thoughts and feelings aren't clear .. but that's how it is. Today is one of those days... a few chain of events happen, I react "almost" calmly.. but at the end of it... I am lost on what I feel. Hmmm need some time off I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-2147289647146548306?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2147289647146548306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2147289647146548306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2147289647146548306' title='What do you feel?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-654838756578581342</id><published>2009-07-14T17:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:39:44.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>It's surprising to see so much of hypocrisy exists. More so when you see it very close to you. Living a life of double standards... that's what we do. We make rules for others but fail to follow them ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a bird and could fly far away from this world of human beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-654838756578581342?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/654838756578581342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/654838756578581342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#654838756578581342' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4628911502831599560</id><published>2009-01-20T15:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:31:40.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quest for .... ?</title><content type='html'>Donno whats the quest for... but this is not where I want to be and this is not what I want to do!! Arrggghhh need to get over this thought soon it's been troubling me for months now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4628911502831599560?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4628911502831599560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4628911502831599560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4628911502831599560' title='Quest for .... ?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-2838194551085997049</id><published>2009-01-01T18:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:35:02.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first day of the year 2009</title><content type='html'>Serene, quiet, musical, connecting with old friends... just nice but not really the way i wanted it to be... which was focused, productive, introspective, planned.&lt;br /&gt;Flow with the flow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-2838194551085997049?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2838194551085997049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2838194551085997049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2838194551085997049' title='first day of the year 2009'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-7425196275512733665</id><published>2008-12-30T17:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:31:19.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pause!</title><content type='html'>Ever felt that life has paused and things and people are moving as if nothing has happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-7425196275512733665?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7425196275512733665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7425196275512733665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7425196275512733665' title='Pause!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-568096150151265248</id><published>2008-12-26T17:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:42:17.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tum ho to....</title><content type='html'>Tum Ho Toh Gaata Hai Dil,&lt;br /&gt;Tum Nahi Toh Geet Kaha&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ho Toh Hai Sab Haasil,&lt;br /&gt;Tum Nahi Toh Kya Hai Yaha&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ho Toh Hai Sapano Ke Jaisa Hasin Ik Sama&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tum Ho Toh, Yeh Lagata Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Mil Gayi Har Khushi&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tum Na Ho, Yeh Lagata Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Ke Har Khushi Me Hai Kami&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ko Hai Maangati....... Yeh Jindagi.........&lt;br /&gt;Tum Hi Toh Raahein Bhi Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tum Nahi Toh Raste Kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ho Toh Yahaan Sab Hi Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tum Nahi Toh Kaun Yahaan&lt;br /&gt;Tum Ho Toh Hai Har Ek Pal Meherbaan Yeh Jahaan&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tum Ho Toh Hawa Mein Bhi Mohabbaton Ka Rang Hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo Tum Na Ho Toh Phir Koyi Na Josh Na Umang Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tum Mile Toh Mili Yeh Jindagi.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-568096150151265248?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/568096150151265248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/568096150151265248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#568096150151265248' title='tum ho to....'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-5996412191553446506</id><published>2008-11-26T09:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:35:34.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Definition of "complete"......</title><content type='html'>.....Can become so relative sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-5996412191553446506?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/5996412191553446506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/5996412191553446506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5996412191553446506' title='Definition of &quot;complete&quot;......'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-6729144871659842843</id><published>2008-11-18T15:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:34:59.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lull</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is such a lull - and all seems to be at a standstill.  Everything is actually moving as fast as it was.. but I seem to have paused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-6729144871659842843?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/6729144871659842843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/6729144871659842843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6729144871659842843' title='Lull'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-7862200745611118456</id><published>2008-07-04T14:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:59:05.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liveas if you were living a second time and as though you had acted wrongly the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-7862200745611118456?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7862200745611118456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7862200745611118456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7862200745611118456' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4473645008703990167</id><published>2008-06-09T10:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:41:40.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Daily Humor</title><content type='html'>What do women want?&lt;br /&gt;According to a new survey, 90 percent of women surveyed said they would rather be with a guy who drives a fuel efficient car than a guy who drives a big, fancy sports car.&lt;br /&gt;The other 10 percent of the women live in Los Angeles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4473645008703990167?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4473645008703990167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4473645008703990167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4473645008703990167' title='Daily Humor'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-9041723374179402287</id><published>2008-05-23T17:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:55:17.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some days are BADDDD!!!</title><content type='html'>One of those days where everything you do goes wrong... and everything you don't do also goes wrong! Today is one such day for me. Maybe I should just go home &amp;amp; sleep - maybe bad things will happen then too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-9041723374179402287?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/9041723374179402287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/9041723374179402287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9041723374179402287' title='Some days are BADDDD!!!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4433213027446352642</id><published>2008-05-11T17:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:08:35.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Visual Effects</title><content type='html'>Visualizing has more power than any other way of facing reality. If you aren't able to accept something that you have heard or known - see it. Keep seeing it till it's effect makes you sink in the reality. May not be easy a few times - but gets easy the more you see facts rather than hide away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Windows is more popular than DOS was :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4433213027446352642?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4433213027446352642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4433213027446352642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4433213027446352642' title='Visual Effects'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-7627400825104421993</id><published>2008-05-07T11:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:11:11.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Five Minute Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you are a fan of podcasts - especially if you like small podcasts on simple thoughts &lt;a href="http://fiveminuteanswers.blogspot.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is a must click!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-7627400825104421993?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7627400825104421993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7627400825104421993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7627400825104421993' title='Five Minute Answers'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-3269705712833221922</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:55:37.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be attending this course from &lt;a href="http://www.franklincoveysouthasia.com/programdates.asp?param=OurApp&amp;amp;Link=5"&gt;Franklin Covey&lt;/a&gt; soon. Looks very interesting. Personally I became a fan of Steven Covey as soon as I was out of college when a friend introduced me to his books. The base principles of "Seven Habits" remain the same in all his books and are very "effective"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I want to run my own institute that specializes in Soft Skills Trainings! Let's see when!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-3269705712833221922?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3269705712833221922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3269705712833221922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3269705712833221922' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-9093074568103583199</id><published>2008-04-07T16:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:39:46.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some things only specific people can understand. Even if you share with anyone else - it's an experience that only the person who experienced it with you can understand. &lt;br /&gt;In short - Loneliness is what you feel, when you know that only one person will understand exactly what you are feeling at a particular moment - but that very person behaves in a way that's no close to understanding! I guess that's when people learn to deal with loneliness and become self-reliant and understand themselves better and well they move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-9093074568103583199?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/9093074568103583199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/9093074568103583199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9093074568103583199' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-2589588604397528190</id><published>2008-04-01T11:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:37:42.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>school lessons</title><content type='html'>are sometimes unforgetful and yet so very true. We used to write snippets in farewell books.. "friendship is like glass - once broken it can't be repaired". We yet try and use fixos of various kinds to patch our relationships, thinking they will be stronger! False hopes make us think the theories were false but if you open your senses and feel and see all the water dripping from the several fixo cracks -  you know that false hopes are always false.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-2589588604397528190?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2589588604397528190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2589588604397528190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2589588604397528190' title='school lessons'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-8270678861382509469</id><published>2008-03-28T11:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:35:37.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simplification</title><content type='html'>It's all about Simplifying things - whether it is the GUI of the product you build, your phone shortcuts,your email organization using the right tools, shopping experience in malls &amp; super markets, or your very own life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each simplification at the back end needed considerable efforts which are worth every bit given the final result of Simplification! It's but natural that simplifying your own life would need efforts in the back end that only you would know. But I guess that's the best option - take the pain and simplify your life or else take a lot of pain later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-8270678861382509469?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/8270678861382509469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/8270678861382509469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8270678861382509469' title='Simplification'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-8767424605184630506</id><published>2008-03-19T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:51:34.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>tumse hi</title><content type='html'>tera naa honaaa ... jaane kyon hona hi hai...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-8767424605184630506?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/8767424605184630506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/8767424605184630506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8767424605184630506' title='tumse hi'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-410693015949682845</id><published>2008-03-11T08:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:58:24.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ain't no sunshine but I love the gloom now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-410693015949682845?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/410693015949682845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/410693015949682845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#410693015949682845' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-3237228109302147683</id><published>2008-03-10T10:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:25:59.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Non-essentials?</title><content type='html'>"The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of the non-essentials"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it... as years go by we collect so many of these non-essentials! Eliminating them is actually easy if you know what you are doing. Of course you get labelled as selfish, mean etc etc.. never had anyone being labelled wise for doing so. But that's the difference between understanding yourself and being understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-3237228109302147683?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3237228109302147683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3237228109302147683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3237228109302147683' title='Non-essentials?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-235568669689841802</id><published>2008-02-11T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:27:09.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be happy we need to forget many things. We must learn the art of forgetting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful are the forgetful people then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-235568669689841802?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/235568669689841802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/235568669689841802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#235568669689841802' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-1097762395406527931</id><published>2008-02-01T12:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:50:20.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My quote book says for today&lt;br /&gt;"See the good in everyone. Be blind to the fault of others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds very saintly! Does this work always?? In my role as a people manager should I really be blind to faults?? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-1097762395406527931?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/1097762395406527931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/1097762395406527931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1097762395406527931' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4383803289121773394</id><published>2008-01-30T16:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:38:58.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and Despair</title><content type='html'>Love and despair stand hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of a cliff; &lt;br /&gt;Despair will jump only to shatter on&lt;br /&gt;the rocks below; &lt;br /&gt;While love will grow wings and gently&lt;br /&gt;set upon the rocks&lt;br /&gt;to tend its broken friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sara I. Turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4383803289121773394?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4383803289121773394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4383803289121773394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4383803289121773394' title='Love and Despair'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4513601897326248147</id><published>2008-01-29T17:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:59:58.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Factor</title><content type='html'>This needs to be imbibed sometimes.. different things make people good... it's so variable from person to person. For foodies it's very obvious :-) For some proximity to nature, or sleeeeeppp  bliss, for some a workout, for some Work! &lt;br /&gt;It's fun.. but I surely think it's good to consciously keep injecting yourself with your own feel-good-factors and enjoy your life.  Say a big "Dhishkyaaauun" and shoot out negativity that you can! And btw, this shooting the negativity is also another Feel-good-factor :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4513601897326248147?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4513601897326248147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4513601897326248147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4513601897326248147' title='Feel Good Factor'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-3273496158039400203</id><published>2008-01-29T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:01:26.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's unbelievable how people change! It's very tough for the human mind to see contrasting behaviours in one person over time... even though we know that there must be every reason to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Also generally speaking isn't "I am sorry" misused grossly in this age. People use it without meaning it just to get away from a situation..... If you end up saying Sorry many times for the same situation - then I bet you were not sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... check this one liner:&lt;br /&gt;        Born Free........Taxed to Death :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-3273496158039400203?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3273496158039400203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3273496158039400203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3273496158039400203' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-3568351724413318664</id><published>2008-01-28T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:27:45.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shared Memory</title><content type='html'>From my 365 days quotes book.... loved this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A shared memory binds people together in ways nothing else can duplicate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complete 11 years of shared memories, well they were good and bad.. but the good ones are easier to recall and they are the ones which come up in front of my eyes when i think of the words "shared memory"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-3568351724413318664?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3568351724413318664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/3568351724413318664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3568351724413318664' title='Shared Memory'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-2375665126714035739</id><published>2008-01-23T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:49:43.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>Unconditional love is the love that gives you the freedom to be your own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall seeing unconditional love ever!! I think it was a thing of a different age altogether - we are the I me myself people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-2375665126714035739?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2375665126714035739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2375665126714035739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2375665126714035739' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4184160813058076884</id><published>2008-01-23T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:17:13.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Blackmail?</title><content type='html'>Could be confused with someone's desperate plea to help him... that's really so unfortunate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we are so very involved in ourselves and our own peace and how affected we are with things that we go blind to the solution of the problem. Emotions overrule and block the rational solution of any problem. Love gets mistaken for Hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure all of us have heard stories of people doing crazy things and we wonder why he/she behaved in such a fashion. We are surprised. Dig deeper and you will find blind emotions overruling actions. The same loving person who couldn't see a sad face or a bad mood of his/her loved one is now capable of wrecking his/her life continuously - knowing it and yet doing it repeatedly - torturing oneself and his/her loved one - but not finding a permanent solution to the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why a human mind can become the most complex structure and we label any person with Simplified thoughts as a GREAT man and literally worship him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4184160813058076884?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4184160813058076884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4184160813058076884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4184160813058076884' title='Emotional Blackmail?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-7827447795997443285</id><published>2008-01-18T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:39:42.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The small problem with being lucky!</title><content type='html'>I know it and have been told by more than one person that I have ben really lucky in life. Life has been generally very good to me. God's loved child as someone says... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that in some way a problem?? When something unlucky or bad happens to me  -won't I be the worst to take it - cos I am not used to it at all...? And well for nothing bad to happen at all - I should have been luckiestestest to the level of idealism :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-7827447795997443285?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7827447795997443285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/7827447795997443285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7827447795997443285' title='The small problem with being lucky!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-1523000251731523199</id><published>2008-01-15T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:50:40.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Change is so so Constant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes, People change, and well you yourself change. There is no fixed formula to one's adaptation to a change nor a measure of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person may appear absolutely flexible to changes on many things and may be surprised at how he/she just is not able to or rather does not want to accept some things ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adaptation is always possible.. it's just how difficult and painful you make it for yourself. Does one get the kicks in making it painful for oneself? No.. not kicks... just resistance and a few last attempts and a hope that the change gets undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will not. It will not change cos the change initiator may care more for the change than the person facing the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-1523000251731523199?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/1523000251731523199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/1523000251731523199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1523000251731523199' title='Change'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-5207128524104982758</id><published>2008-01-14T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:33:32.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Reviving this after several months now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few months have been like putting almost everything that I have in a mixing bowl and mixing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primarily I switched jobs which for me was a big change done because I wasn't sure I will be able to deal with the change if it would be done a few years later. I guess it's been so far so good. Parted with my old team and friends who I was so so attached to. Landed up with a new team, new domain, new managers, new office, new lunch group. Overcame my fears of not being able to adapt to the change. Found new friends, lost a few old ones - sometimes I think life is like cleaning up and sorting your mailbox! Yeah.. shows that I have been living in outlook for very long now. That reminds me of another positive change with my new job - the average number of emails I need to process daily is much lesser now - practically 1/8th of what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming addicted to quotes once again. The connection is wierd but I literally hunt for a quote to describe my mood. To help that - at a recent Gift day at office I got a 365 quotes flip book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well I may not be able to blog frequently - but I can quote blog frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In prosperity our friends know us, in adversity we know our friends!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-5207128524104982758?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/5207128524104982758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/5207128524104982758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5207128524104982758' title='Revival'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-2148639593011758990</id><published>2007-04-02T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:30:12.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unexpected and Unprepared! Hide it, reveal it or run away from it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-2148639593011758990?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2148639593011758990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/2148639593011758990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2148639593011758990' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-4206158743920512916</id><published>2007-03-21T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:15:01.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationships!</title><content type='html'>are $%^&amp;*#$ fragile and a PITA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-4206158743920512916?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4206158743920512916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/4206158743920512916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4206158743920512916' title='Relationships!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-117394946809467842</id><published>2007-03-15T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:34:28.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Normal?</title><content type='html'>What's your definition of Normal? What I feel is "normal" is not "normal" for all! Then prey why bother to go &amp; explaing what u feel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-117394946809467842?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/117394946809467842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/117394946809467842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117394946809467842' title='Normal?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115868561981861629</id><published>2006-09-19T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:36:59.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog seems to be dying.. to blog or not to blog is the small question. It certainly seems to be no charm and dull these days to blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115868561981861629?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115868561981861629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115868561981861629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115868561981861629' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115466516693044941</id><published>2006-08-04T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:49:26.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>Always know where you stand. Would help not cross lines of expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115466516693044941?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115466516693044941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115466516693044941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115466516693044941' title='thought for the day...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115440659799152528</id><published>2006-08-01T09:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:59:58.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An extract of a story narrated in Paul Cohelo's - By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man runs into an old friend who had somehow never been able to make it in life. "I should give him some money," he thinks. But instead he learns that his old friend has grown rich and is actually seeking him out to repay the debts he had run up over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go to a bar they used to frequent together, and the friend buys drinks for everyone there. When they ask him how he became so successful, he answers that until only a jew days ago, he had been living the role of the "Other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the Other?" they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Other is the one who taught me what I should be like, but not what I am. The Other believes that it is our obligation to spend our entire life thinking about how to get our hands on as much money as possible so that we will not die of hunger when we are old. So we think so much about money and our plans for acquiring it that we discover we are alive only when our days on earth are practically done. And then it's too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you? Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am just like everyone else who listens to their heart: a person who is enchanted by the mystery of life. Who is open to miracles, who experiences joy and enthusiasm for what they do. It's just that the Other, afraid of disappointment, kept me from taking action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there is suffering in life," one of the listeners said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's it?" another listener asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's it. When I learned this, I resolved to become the person I had always wanted to be. The Other stood there in the corner of my room, watching me, but I will never let the Other into myself again even though it has already tried to frighten me, warning me that it's risky not to think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the moment that I ousted the Other from my life, the Divine Energy began to perform its miracles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115440659799152528?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115440659799152528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115440659799152528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115440659799152528' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115433931178737194</id><published>2006-07-31T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:18:31.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one caring look in his eyes melted her..&lt;br /&gt;how she wished to remember just that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Was this reality and the rest of it just a bad dream,&lt;br /&gt;Or was this a dream and the rest of it reality?&lt;br /&gt;No one knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115433931178737194?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115433931178737194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115433931178737194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115433931178737194' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115399787859671279</id><published>2006-07-27T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:27:58.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poetry time again..</title><content type='html'>"Man Alone"&lt;br /&gt;by Lawrance G Lux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood by myself the other day, &lt;br /&gt;Staring out at an entire world, &lt;br /&gt;Asking what place I had in it. &lt;br /&gt;There was the work I had done, &lt;br /&gt;The work I should have done, &lt;br /&gt;And the work which need be done, &lt;br /&gt;And yet, it did not mean much. &lt;br /&gt;I thought of family, &lt;br /&gt;And what all they meant, &lt;br /&gt;Still, there had to be something more &lt;br /&gt;To set the stage for an entire life. &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts turned to friends &lt;br /&gt;And all the times we had enjoyed, &lt;br /&gt;But still I felt lack of purpose. &lt;br /&gt;I turned to thoughts of God, &lt;br /&gt;Though he is only to help, &lt;br /&gt;Not to lead, and the jar remained empty. &lt;br /&gt;Depression hit me with the lack of answer, &lt;br /&gt;And I considered all the horrible events, &lt;br /&gt;Still finding lack of purpose. &lt;br /&gt;I turned meloncoly, and the loves &lt;br /&gt;I had and could have had, &lt;br /&gt;With purpose still hidden and silent. &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly beheld the bright thought, &lt;br /&gt;And turned back to join Others, &lt;br /&gt;Because true purpose is not mine; &lt;br /&gt;It is Ours through good and bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115399787859671279?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115399787859671279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115399787859671279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399787859671279' title='Poetry time again..'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115322042879755495</id><published>2006-07-18T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:30:28.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bitter-sweet</title><content type='html'>I am bitter about it, so much that it causes me to be bitter about other things. &lt;br /&gt;But the result ultimately will be sweet - I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115322042879755495?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115322042879755495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115322042879755495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115322042879755495' title='bitter-sweet'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115253908792777578</id><published>2006-07-10T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:16:12.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>good day...</title><content type='html'>Not the most productive day at work today - but happened to talk to 3 friends &amp; my ke ker today. All were missing for some weeks now - so had a lot to catch up, different things with different people. Didn't realise how much I missed these people while they were away - till I talked to them today. And the magic is that all 4 came from their vacation/visits whatever - just today! Bhagwaan chappar faad ke deta hai - or whatever the saying says :-) Feel so light at the end of the day - after all the "dealing with so many things alone" And I thought I was emotionally independent!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115253908792777578?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115253908792777578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115253908792777578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115253908792777578' title='good day...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115250980871490680</id><published>2006-07-10T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:06:48.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is learning from your mistakes as easy as it sounds? And once again I acted stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115250980871490680?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115250980871490680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115250980871490680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115250980871490680' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115200252085956723</id><published>2006-07-04T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:12:00.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rekhaon ka khel hai mukkaddar - rekhaon se maat kha rahe ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115200252085956723?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115200252085956723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115200252085956723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115200252085956723' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115193337879673594</id><published>2006-07-03T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:59:38.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself when i am in a mushy mood. it's so irritating!! Get busy Vini - put it all behind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115193337879673594?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115193337879673594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115193337879673594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115193337879673594' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115181239705219559</id><published>2006-07-02T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:23:17.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>small pleasures</title><content type='html'>Sunday's paper, breakfast and a cup of strong coffee with Ravi. Seemed like a forgotten feeling. Love this quiet.. before Ashna will get up and the hustle bustle will start. Love the hustle bustle too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am once again addicted to coming back to my blog each time i wanna voice things.. seems like talking to walls .. to walls that have you in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115181239705219559?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115181239705219559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115181239705219559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115181239705219559' title='small pleasures'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115176763106469596</id><published>2006-07-01T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:57:11.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When one gets used to getting attention - ignorance and rejection can be crazy to deal with. Truly said - what you give comes back to you in this life itself. Anyways guess - just gotto deal with it and this too shall pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 days I wasn't in good ol Pune and what do I find when I come back! Flies! Yuck - Pune never had any flies - it is so irritating! Just hope they fly back to wherever they came from asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115176763106469596?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115176763106469596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115176763106469596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115176763106469596' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115166447535936133</id><published>2006-06-30T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:17:55.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And you as well must die, beloved dust!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115166447535936133?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115166447535936133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115166447535936133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115166447535936133' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-115166395953885304</id><published>2006-06-30T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:09:19.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and a month later...</title><content type='html'>Sit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.&lt;br /&gt;You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll&lt;br /&gt;Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.&lt;br /&gt;This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:&lt;br /&gt;To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,&lt;br /&gt;Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Vikram Seth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-115166395953885304?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115166395953885304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/115166395953885304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115166395953885304' title='and a month later...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114887832698640801</id><published>2006-05-29T10:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:22:07.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday morning, for me, is usualy so bright... seldom blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114887832698640801?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114887832698640801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114887832698640801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114887832698640801' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114864041345239847</id><published>2006-05-26T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:16:53.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114864041345239847?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114864041345239847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114864041345239847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114864041345239847' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114838431533817889</id><published>2006-05-23T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:08:36.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>apple of my eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/1600/IMG_3152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/320/IMG_3152.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114838431533817889?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114838431533817889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114838431533817889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114838431533817889' title='apple of my eye'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114784593022816412</id><published>2006-05-17T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:35:30.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Aa Aashiki me teri Ja Jaa Jaayegi Jaan meri...&lt;br /&gt;This song rocks - I simply loved it! And what luck yesterday morn &amp; evening and today morn - Radio Mirchi played it en route for me. Maybe they are playing it every hour!&lt;br /&gt;Himesh has tightened his nose further while singing this - but who cares as long as it rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114784593022816412?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114784593022816412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114784593022816412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114784593022816412' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114767482849608230</id><published>2006-05-15T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:03:48.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from a Father's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Do not worry about Despair&lt;br /&gt;Just comb your hair&lt;br /&gt;Despair is a strange disease&lt;br /&gt;I think it even happens to trees.&lt;br /&gt;-- A. K. Ramanujan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114767482849608230?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114767482849608230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114767482849608230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114767482849608230' title='Excerpts from a Father&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114720054749996687</id><published>2006-05-10T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:19:07.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to talk to you today.. wish we could talk.&lt;br /&gt;like a child today i want my mamma, want to cry endlessly on her shoulder without telling why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114720054749996687?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114720054749996687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114720054749996687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114720054749996687' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114603347009724259</id><published>2006-04-26T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-26T12:07:50.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the futility stares at me directly in the eye and I look away....&lt;br /&gt;someone wisely said one day "what's the point?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114603347009724259?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114603347009724259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114603347009724259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114603347009724259' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114525725545615054</id><published>2006-04-17T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:24:53.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cool points..</title><content type='html'>Six Tips for Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice from Tal Ben-Shahar. Borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5295168"&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5295168&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give yourself permission to be human. When we accept emotions -- such as fear, sadness, or anxiety -- as natural, we are more likely to overcome them. Rejecting our emotions, positive or negative, leads to frustration and unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Happiness lies at the intersection between pleasure and meaning. Whether at work or at home, the goal is to engage in activities that are both personally significant and enjoyable. When this is not feasible, make sure you have happiness boosters, moments throughout the week that provide you with both pleasure and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep in mind that happiness is mostly dependent on our state of mind, not on our status or the state of our bank account. Barring extreme circumstances, our level of well being is determined by what we choose to focus on (the full or the empty part of the glass) and by our interpretation of external events. For example, do we view failure as catastrophic, or do we see it as a learning opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Simplify! We are, generally, too busy, trying to squeeze in more and more activities into less and less time. Quantity influences quality, and we compromise on our happiness by trying to do too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember the mind-body connection. What we do -- or don't do -- with our bodies influences our mind. Regular exercise, adequate sleep, and healthy eating habits lead to both physical and mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Express gratitude, whenever possible. We too often take our lives for granted. Learn to appreciate and savor the wonderful things in life, from people to food, from nature to a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114525725545615054?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114525725545615054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114525725545615054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114525725545615054' title='Cool points..'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114502517084217911</id><published>2006-04-14T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:02:50.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how futile some things are.. yet i do so much of those... Is it worth packing too much meaning into this one life anyways? my mantra these days - have fun as long as it is not at anyone's cost but your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's perpetual i was asked? what do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114502517084217911?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114502517084217911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114502517084217911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114502517084217911' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114460089046163179</id><published>2006-04-09T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:42:11.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roller-coaster</title><content type='html'>Roller coaster rides can be good, exciting - give's the kicks and be fun! Some rides can be quite adventurous - but afterall they are just rides - temporary - last few moments. Some people are scared and stay away from them they don't know of the kicks or dislike them - some who enjoy always want more of it. &lt;br /&gt;They enjoy those moments and look forward to having some more while they can - before one is declared to be a heart patient who can't take any more of such adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a huge analogy between this and life's events...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114460089046163179?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114460089046163179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114460089046163179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114460089046163179' title='Roller-coaster'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114398809826114366</id><published>2006-04-02T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:04:57.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Garfield</title><content type='html'>i was watching garfield on star movies with my nephew... and both of us were laughing crazily :-) Ashna and her friends joined in too and my room is full of children all laughing away to glory watching a cat act smart. Oh Man this is such a nice movie... must buy it's DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114398809826114366?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114398809826114366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114398809826114366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398809826114366' title='Garfield'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114389823792311773</id><published>2006-04-01T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:00:37.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer hols are here again :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114389823792311773?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114389823792311773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114389823792311773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114389823792311773' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114389580264967972</id><published>2006-04-01T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:20:02.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unexpected events... people... feelings..... and I'm lovin it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114389580264967972?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114389580264967972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114389580264967972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114389580264967972' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114180930480393630</id><published>2006-03-08T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:45:04.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Womens' day?</title><content type='html'>Happy Womens Day all :-)&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember hearing something like a Man's day being there - or are all the rest of the days Men's days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114180930480393630?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114180930480393630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114180930480393630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114180930480393630' title='Womens&apos; day?'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-114114081901232419</id><published>2006-02-28T20:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:03:39.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Lethargic - feeling so miserably tired physically and mentally - more mentally!&lt;br /&gt;Human Beings: The most selfish people on this planet! It's induced in us so much - Survival of the Selfish(est) or whatever that is!&lt;br /&gt;overall this planet sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-114114081901232419?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114114081901232419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/114114081901232419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114114081901232419' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113913215304658158</id><published>2006-02-05T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:05:53.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange.   &lt;br /&gt;The more things happen to you the more you can't       &lt;br /&gt;Tell or remember even what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contradictions cover such a range.   &lt;br /&gt;The talk would talk and go so far aslant.       &lt;br /&gt;You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.&lt;br /&gt;    -- William Empson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113913215304658158?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113913215304658158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113913215304658158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113913215304658158' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113809801512543206</id><published>2006-01-24T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:50:15.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunate Coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you swear you're his,&lt;br /&gt;Shivering and sighing,&lt;br /&gt;And he vows his passion is&lt;br /&gt;Infinite, undying -&lt;br /&gt;Lady, make a note of this:&lt;br /&gt;One of you is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Dorothy Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113809801512543206?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113809801512543206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113809801512543206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113809801512543206' title='Ha!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113705439665856942</id><published>2006-01-12T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:56:36.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>benefits of learning to write</title><content type='html'>these days, i find "I love you Vini" notes at the wierdest places in my home - all being places that I access.. my wardrobe, my jewellery box and so on.. What did not happen in the early marriage days is happening now! just that it's the 5 year old who is doing it instead of the 35 year old ;-) The smiles that they get me - just not comparable - 1 place it said "i love you mimy" another one said "i love you vinitapooh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an unrelated note - there's something i really want to do -but i am not doing so cos of the if's and but's. and now i'll go with nike's logo - i will just do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113705439665856942?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113705439665856942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113705439665856942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113705439665856942' title='benefits of learning to write'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113629776452269025</id><published>2006-01-03T16:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:46:04.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>melange</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally the coffee machine is installed again at my work place - the "made-coffee" kept in the ketleys wasn't interesting.  since today had the first day charm for me - i had an overdose of it - but am sure this is going to be an addiction that i'll miss on weekends. coffee without the foam doesn't seem like coffee :-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while we are on beverages - me thinks my introduction to vodka was a very good thing that happened  recently. but yet.. wine continues to be my favourite in the 2-3 types of alcohol tried so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so my darling daughter is back today after a 10 day holiday in goa. and today i feel like a mother again after the 10 day free-bird-on-vacation-do-what-you-want kind of days ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and donno how many times more in this janam - i have to say and hear and overhear the statement "this is not fair" of course it isn't but what can we do - it is an unfair world after all we are in a southern continent. dumb joke i know but whatever - better than cribbing over unfair things. if i want to be even mor edumb on my jokes i would say please use fair and loverly or the recently launched fair and handsome for the tough male skin! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;followup to the previous point i would also like to add my own version of a common saying - "all is fair in war, love and appraisals"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most times and for most things i am one of those people who wants to have the cake and eat it too.  donno how many people would agree but these days given the quality of human beings produced a lot of people are in this category. does anyone at all agree with this statement? ok nevermind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so while i need to stay up today to complete 8 yellow docs - have a good nights sleep you lucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113629776452269025?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113629776452269025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113629776452269025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113629776452269025' title='melange'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113618863771509928</id><published>2006-01-02T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:27:17.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113618863771509928?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113618863771509928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113618863771509928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113618863771509928' title='Happy new year world!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113523287847307251</id><published>2005-12-22T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:57:58.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ashna's Christmas vacation has started and now she's completely in a holiday mood - refusing to get ready early in the morning etc.  This morning I had to tell her Ashna I have a 9:30 meeting - so u better get ready quickly before I leave. To which she says - mama I forgot to tell you - your boss had called to say the meeting and office work would start at 5:00 PM today! That was a wonderful early morning joke today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113523287847307251?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113523287847307251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113523287847307251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523287847307251' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113515982979111487</id><published>2005-12-21T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:40:29.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>stiffled!</title><content type='html'>Things are getting so bad that trying to stay happy in all this is getting more and more difficult. I think I've said this so many times now --  ever felt like that piece of the puzzle who's kept in the wrong place but is asked to pretend that it's the correct place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113515982979111487?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113515982979111487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113515982979111487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113515982979111487' title='stiffled!'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113490814560746398</id><published>2005-12-18T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:09:52.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Sanjay's birthday yesterday and he is picking up Lt Col. ranks tomorrow. Unfortunately no one from the family is with him physically - but we will make up for it all when he comes on vacation next month. Till then heres'a  blog wish for you my dear brother - for whenever you read it - Congratulations on the success and may many more such promotions come your way - and i'm sure you know how proud I feel of your successes. And yes congratulations on getting older by another year too bhai saab :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113490814560746398?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113490814560746398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113490814560746398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113490814560746398' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113474279939336565</id><published>2005-12-16T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:49:59.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ok...</title><content type='html'>blogging isn't that useless after all ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we are almost at the end of 2005 - is it just another year gone by - or was it a remarkable year - tell me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: It was the most remarkable year - the one of the kind that makes you say.... not in my wildest dreams did I think it would be so good! And I hope I end up saying this every year - LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this isn't the last post of this year - even though it sounds so - I plan to make up for the hibernation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113474279939336565?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113474279939336565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113474279939336565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113474279939336565' title='ok...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113472328151159996</id><published>2005-12-16T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:30:20.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>am back</title><content type='html'>yes have been away from blogging - for no specific reason except the cliched one - i got really busy. And this afternoon as I write this text in notepad with the network and a lot of other things being down - i wonder if blogging is of any use at all! &lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of useless things knowingly and blogging is becoming one of those for me these days. And before anyone reads this further - a warning: the text below is utter nonsensical battering and is best ignored. Please don't ask me why I am putting it up when I already know this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good bad and the ugly...&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy taking care of a lot of the ugly and the bad and donno why the good decides to be not so good in such times adding further to some woes. So in short there is nothing you can take for granted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Why's..&lt;br /&gt;Also what makes us think that just because the whole world is doing something stupid - it's ok to do it! Why do most people first look at what others are doing and then give explanations and compromise on themselves?  Where are the breed of people who strive to improve continuously? Why is excepting something very basic becoming too much to expect these days? This generation is a spoilt lot of people and I don't feel I belong or want to belong here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of knowing a person well....&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough at a lot of people will come and tell you that you are an open book and they understand you so so so very well! Tell you what it's usually all BS :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who does a lot of self-analysis would typically know themselves well and are usually not so simple to understand - Only you know it - noone else knows even half the truth about you! It's all some perceptions here and there - and all one could do is respect those perceptions, since there's some reason for those afterall. But it's a fun exercise to know what the other person thinks of you - provided he gives a frank opinion and not just praises you.&lt;br /&gt;This very clearly reminds me of a poem someone told me some time back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance round in a ring and suppose,&lt;br /&gt;But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of useless banter.. let me get back to the network that's up now and thanks for bearing with me if you have read so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back into my shell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113472328151159996?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113472328151159996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113472328151159996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113472328151159996' title='am back'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113220580625985640</id><published>2005-11-17T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:06:46.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire&lt;br /&gt;To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire!&lt;br /&gt;Would not we shatter it to bits - and then&lt;br /&gt;Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Omar Khayyam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113220580625985640?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113220580625985640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113220580625985640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113220580625985640' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113212995627185778</id><published>2005-11-16T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:02:36.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and time will heal all...</title><content type='html'>the tear won't shed this time&lt;br /&gt;turned hard as a stone &lt;br /&gt;and time will heal all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feelings will not bend this time&lt;br /&gt;turned firm as a steel rod&lt;br /&gt;and time will heal all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113212995627185778?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113212995627185778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113212995627185778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212995627185778' title='and time will heal all...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113212791366351870</id><published>2005-11-16T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:28:33.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was actually just refusing to be clicked at this time - but the pic came out with her appearing like a blushing old hindi movies actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/1600/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/320/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113212791366351870?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113212791366351870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113212791366351870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212791366351870' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113143401265647502</id><published>2005-11-08T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:43:32.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Distracted Centipede &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A centipede was happy quite,&lt;br /&gt;Until a frog in fun&lt;br /&gt;Said, "Pray, which leg comes after which?"&lt;br /&gt;    This raised her mind to such a pitch,&lt;br /&gt;         She lay distracted in the ditch&lt;br /&gt;Considering how to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113143401265647502?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113143401265647502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113143401265647502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113143401265647502' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113048976681442120</id><published>2005-10-28T13:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:27:17.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Festive time</title><content type='html'>all happy faces around...some genuinely smiling and happy - some trying to be happy since everyone around is happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113048976681442120?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113048976681442120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113048976681442120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113048976681442120' title='Festive time'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-113030926187525042</id><published>2005-10-26T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:17:41.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a stressful period - things seem to have settled now!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not without major changes and some decisions made. Made a new friend in the process, somebody who's giving me the best consultancy in the reqd field - may have to lose a few goodies - but that's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-113030926187525042?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113030926187525042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/113030926187525042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113030926187525042' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112962098994122975</id><published>2005-10-18T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:06:29.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>good one on customer service.</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are traveling by car from Atlanta to New York. After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they're too tired to continue, and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350. The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel, the rooms certainly aren't worth $350. When the clerk tells him $350 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager listens to the man and then explains the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available for the husband and wife to use. He also explains they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous. "The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here," explains the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what facility the manager mentions, the man replies, "But we didn't use it!" The manager is unmoved and eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and gives it to the manager. The manager is surprised when he looks at the check. "But sir," he says, "this check is only made out for $100."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," says the man. "I charged you $250 for sleeping with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I didn't!" exclaims the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the man replies, "she was here, and you could have."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112962098994122975?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112962098994122975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112962098994122975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112962098994122975' title='good one on customer service.'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112955068653897052</id><published>2005-10-17T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:34:47.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling sick since saturday - no major thing - but u know ..just feeling sick :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i know exactly what will make me feel better - so maybe i should just go get it - my vital vitamin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112955068653897052?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112955068653897052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112955068653897052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112955068653897052' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112929729956086817</id><published>2005-10-14T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:11:39.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Regular naps prevent old age...especially if you take them while driving. &lt;br /&gt;2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes u a referee.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband.&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash. &lt;br /&gt;5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without. But whatever you do, &lt;br /&gt;you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;8. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;10. Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;11. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;12. Ladies first, pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;13. A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;14. You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them.&lt;br /&gt;15. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books.&lt;br /&gt;16. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you. &lt;br /&gt;17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112929729956086817?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112929729956086817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112929729956086817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112929729956086817' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112918833806377185</id><published>2005-10-13T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:56:17.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here's a result of what I did to cheer myself up! And who wouldn't smile after doing something like this and looking at the sweetest face while doing so :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/1600/ash-collage2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/320/ash-collage2_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112918833806377185?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112918833806377185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112918833806377185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112918833806377185' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112918561079737802</id><published>2005-10-13T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:10:10.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so the idea didn't sell - nothing changes, just got few more pointers to solve the problem but the bagful of .... stays with me :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I have this sudden craving of going to Pizza Hut for lunch! They say food and shopping sprees make you feel better when you are in distress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112918561079737802?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112918561079737802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112918561079737802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112918561079737802' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112917758578204967</id><published>2005-10-13T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:56:25.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>Been too busy at work. The backlog of my tasks does not seem to be getting over. Yesterday being Dassera holiday - I could catch up on some of my email backlog - but there's much more pending :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not going very great work-wise - thought over the impending issues a lot yesterday. Discussed with Ravi &amp; PJ - kept thinking more later and decided something tangential to their recommendation of using the axe. But I think I'm more convinced with what I decided, since it helps me focus on my projects - instead of spending more time on a person with major attitude problems and an activity I regard as not my key area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in another 30 minutes I will try to convince my manager to get one responsibility off me and I really hope I manage to do so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112917758578204967?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112917758578204967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112917758578204967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917758578204967' title='long time no post'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112791358800328440</id><published>2005-09-28T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:56:27.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another classic one from Jiju's house of PJ's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/1600/What_Men_Hear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5709/314/320/What_Men_Hear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112791358800328440?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112791358800328440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112791358800328440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112791358800328440' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112773406446120662</id><published>2005-09-26T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:47:08.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1105209619rmi intrapersonal.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Intrapersonal&lt;/b&gt;. 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But I think that's my primary responsibility since the time she's born till the time she's on her own - so it's not an option might as well give it the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also being a "good" wife - atleast that's what the husband tells me - hardly cribbing and being very reasonable - but c'mon he's just doing everything he possibly can so there's no point in me continuously asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly enuf - I'm also being an almost "good" daughter-in-law, we hardly have any issues even though we live together and I continuosly hear praises about me sometimes direct and sometimes indirectly - but again i've got the most reasonable folks - what are small compromises compared to the wonderful support I get from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wonder though is how did this happen - things surely weren't so good in all of the above. I had issues almost everywhere - what's this called then - have I grown old..:-( or is it what people say developed a mature outlook, or am i just being more reasonable with people around me.  But whatever it is lord please continue to grant me the "sadbuddhi" that's helping me feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112772456441394645?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112772456441394645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112772456441394645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112772456441394645' title='it&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112667587619648448</id><published>2005-09-14T10:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:01:16.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Just completely bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112667587619648448?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112667587619648448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112667587619648448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112667587619648448' title='Bored'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112645071753861846</id><published>2005-09-11T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:39:32.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovely weekend.. didn't step out of house felt like i had so much time in hand as a result. Ash &amp; made a lot of animal cutouts painted them with water colours and now we will stick them on a bigger chart paper and complete our animals project. how fulfiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I had to spoil the weekend by doing something stupid in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112645071753861846?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112645071753861846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112645071753861846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645071753861846' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112627169822685594</id><published>2005-09-09T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:44:58.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How did I forget how much I loved &lt;a href="http://www.urdupoetry.com/singers/JC254.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;  ghazal. I heard it today after ages and it's yet one of the sweetest and my favourites. It's just magically beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if most people associate certain songs with people the way I do... everything moves on - but song for me are inert - and with a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although I like every word of this one .. some  of the better lines from it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;..bin piye bin pilaaye Khumaar aa gayaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;..vaqt kii raushanii me.n nahaa_ii hu_ii&lt;br /&gt;zindagii pe ajab saa nikhaar aa gayaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112627169822685594?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112627169822685594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112627169822685594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112627169822685594' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112626650112757410</id><published>2005-09-09T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:47:48.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are days when I think there's only one cute little face in this whole wide world! how crazy can one be and how selfish can a mother get sometimes :-)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112626650112757410?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112626650112757410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112626650112757410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112626650112757410' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112618218581758577</id><published>2005-09-08T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:53:05.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this made me smile today :-)</title><content type='html'>Money will buy a fine dog, but only kindness will make him wag his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a sense of humor, you probably don't have any  sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;Seat belts are not as confining as wheelchairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you're in deep water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come it takes so little time for a child who is afraid of the dark to become a teenager who wants to stay out all night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business conventions are important because they demonstrate how  many people a company can operate   without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that at class reunions you feel younger than everyone else looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has more driving ambition than the boy who wants to buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no new sins....the old ones just get more publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4AM. It could be a right number. Think about  this...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever says "It's only a game" when his team is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the age where the happy hour is a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful reading the fine print. There's no way you're going to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same size bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy happiness -- but somehow it's more comfortable to cry in a Corvette than in a Escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a certain age, if you don't wake up aching in every joint, you are probably dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112618218581758577?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112618218581758577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112618218581758577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112618218581758577' title='this made me smile today :-)'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112556855924513186</id><published>2005-09-01T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:25:59.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we saw no entry yesterday night after mostly good reviews from friends except one guy who said he did not like it.. and I was more or less sure I will like it when I heard it's the funny kinds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the overall the movie was pathetic and instead of giving me a few hours of laughing, (which is all we look for in a movie these days specially when we watch it this late in the night) it's made me wonder where the world is heading these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some jokes were good, the silly stuff and pj's was also cool - but they could have certainly kept it to a certain level of decency when it comes to clothes which are just getting shorter by the day and outrageously indecent. I also wonder what the kids that the multiplex was full of are learning from this shit.  As it is most  have their fashion sense influenced from bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually a not-so conservative person - i'm quite open to a lot many things - but here we are marching towards doom! As a parent it is definitely scary about what's in store for our next generation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112556855924513186?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112556855924513186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112556855924513186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112556855924513186' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112531819811754289</id><published>2005-08-29T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:53:18.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of those days again.. when it's just jagjit singh ghazals soothing my ears all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112531819811754289?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112531819811754289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112531819811754289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112531819811754289' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112506615533379364</id><published>2005-08-26T19:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:52:35.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>general useless notes for myself ...&lt;br /&gt;have been distracted from work for the past two days - need to get back on track from Monday. Why does staying focussed get so difficult for me? I have to keep reminding myself! Have been generally lazy too .. haven't been sitting with ashna for her writing practice and spellings too this week. Need to catch up on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But afterall these few distracted days are the one's that make life worth living - else what's the difference between a machine and a human.&lt;br /&gt;They say no news is good news .. but no news from a friend is worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;As they literally translate from hindi and say - Today at work I sat on someone's head to make a couple of calls and follow up a long-pending issue. I hate to do that and i'm sure that guy too hated me for doing that - but didn't know how else to move stuck things. I've generally had very good people in my team at work - so don't have very good practice in handling sticky people - but I guess it should be ok in some time.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great evening yesterday - got a brand new mangalsutra - mine was broken for last 3 years and i didn't get it made. This one's just too simple but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;ok now that i've put all the useless chatter here - time to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112506615533379364?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112506615533379364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112506615533379364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506615533379364' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112487242582151406</id><published>2005-08-24T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:03:45.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while some people have forgotten to smile altogether, some people smile so beautifully... from within - their eyes smile !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112487242582151406?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112487242582151406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112487242582151406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112487242582151406' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112480069648561515</id><published>2005-08-23T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:13:04.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outspoken by whom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dorothy Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When told that she was very outspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112480069648561515?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112480069648561515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112480069648561515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112480069648561515' title=''/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112471755523533188</id><published>2005-08-22T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:02:35.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>Two blonde friends were going on a trip to Florida. A neighbor told them that they'd be fine as long as they paid attention to the road signs along the way. But they'd driven just 30 miles when they saw one that read             &lt;br /&gt;"Clean Restrooms Ahead."   &lt;br /&gt; Two months later they arrived in Florida exhausted, having used up 86 bottles of Windex, 267 rolls of paper towels, and three cases of toilet-bowl cleaner.        &lt;br /&gt;Total restrooms cleaned: 450.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112471755523533188?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112471755523533188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112471755523533188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112471755523533188' title='Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263098.post-112464628940313016</id><published>2005-08-21T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:05:26.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>how things change...</title><content type='html'>it must have taken a few seconds and a slight slip of hand of the maid, to break my half filled bottle of chanel no. 5. It had taken me a month and several visits of testing to the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; to decide to buy it. I clearly remember converting the 195 francs into rupees so many times before being sure I wanted to buy that 30ml bottle!  And now almost 6 years later when it's gone - i didn't feel bad for more than a minute - on the other hand i'm glad i used at least half of it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with Rani Mukherjee these days.. Ravi's browsing channels and one's showing Hum Tum, one's got Bunti aur bubli - a little more and there she is in another ad... why change channels if it's the same face all over :-) No wonder I don't like watching this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw the more talk time ad with kajol and ajay devgan is kindof cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to wind up for the day &amp;amp; the week.. got an extremely busy week starting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263098-112464628940313016?l=viniz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112464628940313016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263098/posts/default/112464628940313016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viniz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112464628940313016' title='how things change...'/><author><name>Vini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14113076923405626666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
