<?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-5315785395758447275</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:23:17.838+05:30</updated><category term='fauna'/><category term='introspection'/><category term='business'/><category term='comment'/><category term='poem'/><category term='short story'/><category term='personal'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='economy'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='weird'/><category term='gk'/><category term='flora'/><category term='career'/><category term='memory'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='love'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Theology'/><title type='text'>In My Opinion</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, My feelings, My ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-826493467541618788</id><published>2009-10-20T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:30:36.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The call finally came through!</title><content type='html'>The wait is over! :) The great IT company that had hired me an year ago through campus placements has finally called us for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relief and joy was short lived though as they gave us this long, long list of things to do, documents to get attested, affidavits to be made and so on and so forth. :( I am spending more money on this job than I'm earning (so far atleast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... months and months of rotting away to waste have come to an end and now I again have a purpose in life... something to do! It's a beautiful feeling! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-826493467541618788?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/826493467541618788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=826493467541618788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/826493467541618788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/826493467541618788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/call-finally-came-through.html' title='The call finally came through!'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5247738474817077513</id><published>2009-10-04T19:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:33:18.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Man vs Monkey</title><content type='html'>Monkeys are a huge problem all over India. And so it is in our area. The area that I live in is known for the Monkey Menace. Today, we faced another attack. &lt;i&gt;This time&lt;/i&gt; it was different. Usually, one or two monkeys used to enter through the open balcony door of the kitchen to steal some dal or channa or oats. &lt;i&gt;This time&lt;/i&gt;, they were more daring, more aggressive. They not only stole stuff from the kitchen, they entered the dining room and climbed the table. Not only that, they also snarled at us and didnt run away as we chased them. They infact came onto us. Thankfully, we found a stick and using a chair as a shield, we got rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we still lost some vermicelli, macaroni and a packet of maggi. These were strewn all over the floor. I'm thankful that none of us got hurt in &lt;i&gt;this battle&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-5247738474817077513?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5247738474817077513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5247738474817077513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5247738474817077513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5247738474817077513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-vs-monkey.html' title='Man vs Monkey'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-7560424142725940157</id><published>2009-09-06T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:33:04.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><title type='text'>Channel Partner?/ Salman Khan</title><content type='html'>I wanted to take a new prepaid phone, because of the huge bills I was running up on my postpaid connection. So, my friend and I walked into a local(kirana) shop and asked about the various types of offers available. The shopkeeper immediately told us about a particular offer which was the latest being offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I decided not to take it. We thought we would go for the regular offer. The shopkeeper suddenly looked displeased and started handling other customers. We waited. Then, he returned to us. We asked him to recharge the phone and asked for some specific top ups, which my friend said COULD be done on the same day. (He knew because he used the same service provider and had gotten a new number very recently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper then objected saying the multiple top ups would not be activated, only one would be activated, we should only get one done, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went back to the other offer that he had told us about when we first entered the shop. He was really hard selling the offer. "It's the best offer available, the cheapest" etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were convinced and we went for that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we couldn't help but wonder why he was pushing that offer so much?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;              ---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching an interview of Salman Khan on the TV while I was typing the above.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a fan of his. I always thought of him as the "caveman", too possessive, always getting into trouble, brattish kind of person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was really taken by surprise by the interview. The views he expressed seemed so liberal, so well thought out and actually quite mature (for someone with a reputation of a spoilt brat). Not that Salman needs my approbation or wants it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-7560424142725940157?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7560424142725940157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=7560424142725940157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7560424142725940157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7560424142725940157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/channel-partner-salman-khan.html' title='Channel Partner?/ Salman Khan'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-647171505503139004</id><published>2009-09-02T21:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:25:42.386+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><title type='text'>XYZ Pilot?</title><content type='html'>YSR has gone missing. His helicopter was last heard of at around 10 am today morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a cause of worry, everyone is praying for him, so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, isn't the person who was piloting the vehicle and the other passengers equally important? Is't the Pilot who was considered capable enough of ferrying the Head of a State worthy of mention? When asked about the pilot, a politician (whom I wont name) got irritated and said it was not important and said he was sure it would be some "XYZ pilot". Now, doesn't this pilot have a family? Aren't they equally worried about HIM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-647171505503139004?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/647171505503139004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=647171505503139004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/647171505503139004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/647171505503139004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/xyz-pilot.html' title='XYZ Pilot?'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8434917698073839575</id><published>2009-08-21T23:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:00:59.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Waiting waiting...</title><content type='html'>Waiting to get the call from the Company which selected you during campus placements in such a bore!! We were the first 10 people to be selected in College. Now, EVERYONE else has started working, except us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few months, I relaxed at home. Enjoying what I thought of as a short vacation before my “working life” took off. This turned out to be a huge mistake. So, I didn’t look for a job and now have a 6 month gap between end of my PGDM and my job.  I have a gap in my Resume. This really sucks. I am looking for a job now, but am in a dilemma of some kind. What if this Company calls us within a month? Then what do I do? So I’m in a Catch 22 situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this free time has given me time to think and I have made up my mind to do CA. A lot of people are telling me if I wanted to do CA, I should have done it before my MBA or instead of it. (As if I didn’t know that). But, my point is, CA will only ADD to my finance knowledge and I WANT to do it now. &lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8434917698073839575?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8434917698073839575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8434917698073839575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8434917698073839575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8434917698073839575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting waiting...'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8393390599976203771</id><published>2009-08-06T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:34:28.936+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ruination</title><content type='html'>In your arms &lt;br /&gt;ecstasy I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your love&lt;br /&gt;strength I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was mine,&lt;br /&gt;I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness was mine,&lt;br /&gt;I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ruined you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can love me &lt;br /&gt;the way you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can understand me&lt;br /&gt;the way you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one you were&lt;br /&gt;yes, you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I ruined you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me all you had,&lt;br /&gt;love, patience, wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me things I'd forgot&lt;br /&gt;laughter, innocence, playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I ruined you&lt;br /&gt;and In your ruination,&lt;br /&gt;I ruined me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8393390599976203771?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8393390599976203771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8393390599976203771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8393390599976203771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8393390599976203771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ruination.html' title='Ruination'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6607631530007750083</id><published>2009-08-06T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:14:41.070+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Someone to love</title><content type='html'>All my life I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be special,&lt;br /&gt;I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so different,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would love me and I would never know pain again.&lt;br /&gt;He would love me and never let me feel alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell me I was the only one,&lt;br /&gt;My days would no longer be spent in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy, at last&lt;br /&gt;He would make me feel beautiful, make me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so empty now.&lt;br /&gt;No one to give, from no one to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell my secrets to, no one whose secrets I know&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness has enveloped in its fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born alone, &lt;br /&gt;I have spent my life alone and I will die alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was someone to love&lt;br /&gt;God, all I ever wanted was someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person god, who would be my someone special.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a lifetime in waiting, guess I’ll spend another too….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to live for now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6607631530007750083?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5646615012266866050</id><published>2009-07-10T21:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:58:19.105+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>All about HIM</title><content type='html'>Deciphering the code,&lt;br /&gt;of that young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I read his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the innocence in his smile,&lt;br /&gt;the boyish charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the mischief twinkling in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the desire to live life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the child,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a young man,&lt;br /&gt;ready for anything that comes his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's proud,&lt;br /&gt;He's arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;He's sweet,&lt;br /&gt;He's a charmer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-5646615012266866050?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5646615012266866050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5646615012266866050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5646615012266866050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5646615012266866050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-about-him.html' title='All about HIM'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5612606522175299927</id><published>2009-07-10T21:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:48:32.587+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Cruelty</title><content type='html'>Cruelty, my dear&lt;br /&gt;comes easily to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being rude,&lt;br /&gt;I like being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being sassy,&lt;br /&gt;I like being ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's because of my own misery.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;That's me!&lt;div 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title='Cruelty'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2245833627012168918</id><published>2009-07-10T21:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:45:44.210+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Fighting Love</title><content type='html'>Hovering over my dreamy soul,&lt;br /&gt;love awaits in a pretty red stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempting me, luring me,&lt;br /&gt;driving me away from what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in love!&lt;br /&gt;Don't want this feeling drowning me in its whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always too weak and too insecure,&lt;br /&gt;love drives me crazy and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is drowning me.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning me!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I want to fight anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2245833627012168918?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2245833627012168918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2245833627012168918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2245833627012168918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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much for wishing I was popular&lt;br /&gt;so I dream,&lt;br /&gt;I wish,&lt;br /&gt;I crave.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why must I indulge in wishful thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-9030104883340756876?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9030104883340756876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=9030104883340756876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/9030104883340756876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/9030104883340756876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/ingenue.html' title='Ingenue'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1911109509550146047</id><published>2009-07-10T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:39:26.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Voice from my Heart</title><content type='html'>How did you know&lt;br /&gt;the cry of my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the words that never left my lips&lt;br /&gt;tumble into your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen my love&lt;br /&gt;when I hardly knew it was love at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know&lt;br /&gt;of my everlasting loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know&lt;br /&gt;how much I longed for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althougth I never said a word,&lt;br /&gt;never meant for it to be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-1911109509550146047?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1911109509550146047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1911109509550146047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1911109509550146047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1911109509550146047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/voice-from-my-heart.html' title='Voice from my Heart'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3442722262331717941</id><published>2009-07-10T21:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:35:19.759+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Love &amp; Hate</title><content type='html'>To be loved or not to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stealing Shakespeares immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that can never be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try, so might you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the words belong to one man alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy it, crave it, hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without it, I would die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, every second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the need grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More I want it, the more I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more I wish I could drive it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3442722262331717941?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3442722262331717941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3442722262331717941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3442722262331717941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3442722262331717941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hate.html' title='Love &amp; Hate'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-7667604662591256396</id><published>2009-07-10T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:25:29.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Harmonica</title><content type='html'>Playing the Harmonica&lt;br /&gt;is a messed up game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in breathe out,&lt;br /&gt;but the music's really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rhyme no tune,&lt;br /&gt;it's all noise all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I play with it you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It's my boredom to blame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-7667604662591256396?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7667604662591256396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=7667604662591256396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7667604662591256396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7667604662591256396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/harmonica.html' title='Harmonica'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4113930038266128913</id><published>2009-07-03T10:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:50:08.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>Life is mystery to me. I was always a die-hard romantic. Thought that some day I would meet the guy of my dreams, we would fall in love and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has brought me crushingly down to reality. There is no "true love" as I thought there was. No soul mates out there. Just ordinary people. People choose whom they love. Love doesn'tjust  happen though people think it does. It's always a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't conquer all. It wont if you don't have it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is transient. It's fragile. It needs to be handled with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't what I thought it would be at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4113930038266128913?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4113930038266128913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4113930038266128913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4113930038266128913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4113930038266128913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4300814338999431285</id><published>2009-06-25T17:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:08:27.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Men - What makes them think they have the right to say what they want about a woman and tarnish her reputation for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a man can date as many women as he wants and be called a "flirt" but a woman who dates men is a slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it ok for men to wear jeans, but a girl who wears jeans is immediately labelled fast or loose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4300814338999431285?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4300814338999431285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4300814338999431285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4300814338999431285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4300814338999431285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3574489478906122453</id><published>2009-05-21T14:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:07:38.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Soap Opera</title><content type='html'>It was a cold, dark night. She was scared. She was alone. The house empty. The TV was on. Some soap opera playing. A young virgin being seduced by the older playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hiding in the kitchen, in the store. She shivered both of the cold and in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must NOT see her. MUST NOT! At ANY cost! If they did, they would kill her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was in darkness, save for the light from the TV playing in the hall, casting eerie shadows on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in her house now, walking through the hall. Three men, dressed in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped in the empty hall. The TV playing on.... now the scene had changed to some fashion designer checking clothes designed by her on a skimpily dressed model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked around. Some one tried to switch on the lights, but they wouldn't come on. What was wrong with them?! They then decided to check the entire house... but they found no one. They went upstairs in to the bedrooms, the kitchen, the dining room...but the house was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were these men? What were they doing in her house at this time of the night? Yet, she dared not reveal herself. Her instincts warned her not to. So, she crouched; trying to make herself invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men finally left...leaving the front door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited with bated breath to see if they would return. After a few minutes, when she felt they might not, she came out of hiding and continued to weave the web she had been weaving when she first sensed the men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3574489478906122453?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3574489478906122453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3574489478906122453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3574489478906122453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3574489478906122453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/soap-opera.html' title='Soap Opera'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4299144129693352418</id><published>2009-01-19T22:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:20:48.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orkut</title><content type='html'>Until recently, I was filled with a feeling of nostalgia...... a certain sadness. I used to long for some friendship. Not that I don't have any now. ....Just that I was wondering what happened to my old school friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost touch with ALL, ALL of them! Not that I hadn't tried or that they hadn't tried. With a few of them, we tried to stay in touch for a while, then the mails stopped, or reduced or ppl changed email addresses........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, came to my rescue - Orkut! The social networking site I used to crib about until very recently. "What's the point.........?" "There are too many SocialNetworking sites.........." etc etc were my litany of complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I thank God for Orkut. It's helped me make contact with so many old friends! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4299144129693352418?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4299144129693352418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4299144129693352418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4299144129693352418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4299144129693352418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/orkut.html' title='Orkut'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1263313853743581085</id><published>2008-12-01T17:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:24:16.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Words(Boyzone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eO0lJjE5vBI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eO0lJjE5vBI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm......Lately my favourite song. Can't say more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-1263313853743581085?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1263313853743581085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1263313853743581085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1263313853743581085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1263313853743581085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordsboyzone.html' title='Words(Boyzone)'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2865126922694638972</id><published>2008-10-07T20:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:27:14.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PLACED!</title><content type='html'>I got the job!! I got the job!! I got the JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am soo thrilled!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Have a few more formalities to go through before it's confirmed though... *sigh* hate the formalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I got the job!! I got the job!! I got the JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2865126922694638972?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2865126922694638972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2865126922694638972&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2865126922694638972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2865126922694638972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/placed.html' title='PLACED!'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2254354115808313920</id><published>2008-10-02T13:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:51:02.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Placements!</title><content type='html'>It's placements time in _ _ _. I am sooo tensed!! A leading MNC has come for placements. We had the aptitude test on 30th September. The results came the same day. I got through. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the interview(s) on 4th October. I am super nervous about it. I am vacillating between being confident and being a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placements season is also the reason why my blogging has been so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you PLEASE wish me luck and pray for me (if you believe in God, that is :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2254354115808313920?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2254354115808313920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2254354115808313920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2254354115808313920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2254354115808313920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/placements.html' title='Placements!'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2196068576413653827</id><published>2008-09-13T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:56:16.040+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Delhi Blasts -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s happened again! Another series of bomb blasts. This time it’s the Capital. Another series of blasts that are meant to send all of us into a panic. But, can’t these terrorists see that us Indians are made of much stronger stuff? We aren’t stupid Americans to cry and scream and say we are “traumatised” after the blasts. Tomorrow, I will wake up, get dressed and go to college just like any other day. Just as thousands others will, across the Country. People will go to colleges, schools and Offices. Just like NOTHING HAPPENED.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Get this, dear terrorists. You can kill, you can blast, do what ever you want. But, you will NEVER, EVER break the spirit of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am with you, people of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. I know you are strong, resilient people. You will stick together through this. You will be stronger tomorrow. You will bounce back on your feet in a snap.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May the souls of those who lost their lives rest in peace. I pray that those injured have a speedy recovery. God Bless You. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2196068576413653827?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2196068576413653827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2196068576413653827&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2196068576413653827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2196068576413653827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/delhi-blasts.html' title='Delhi Blasts -'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1354020612196704857</id><published>2008-09-03T22:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:07:07.376+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Park in the Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for a walk today as my eyes started burning after spending hours before the computer. 'Twas a refreshing walk which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;culminated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with me eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and buying a packet of jujubes (a guilty, childish pleasure of mine - jujubes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked for a while on the streets. I went around the area where i stay. After that, I decided to grace the local park with my  presence. :D  It was nice as I walked round and round the  park - watching the oldies sit and gossip, the kids play, lovers whisper and the over weight and not so over weight huffing and puffing their way along with me. I also saw a cute guy - who turned out to be married with child(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw something very, very cute. That old adage that says that the best thing to give a child to play with is some mud was proven today as I saw not one, but TWO kids discard the toys their parents were trying to foist on them and play with mud instead. Both were at the opposite ends of the park, yet seemed to have that same fondness towards mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kid had both his parents and his younger sister at the park, the father sitting with his daughter while the mother stood with the boy attempting to stop him from playing with mud. His father then tried distracting him by throwing him a ball. The boy merely turned and watched the ball bounce and his mom had to bend and pick it up and threw it back to his father. (Showing us that throw ball is INDEED a spectator sport). I then walked my to the other end of the park where there was a father with his three sons. Attempting to teach them batting with sticks and balloons. His two older sons were batting away and the youngest was just about the reach out and grab some *yummy* mud when the father whisked him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on walking round and round. Back to the couple trying to teach their son throw ball and saw that they had given up. The father was entertaining the daughter and the mother standing attention watching her son throw mud all over the place - on his boots, on his clothes, everywhere! I continued my walk back towards the father son combination. Here again, the older two were fighting with each other over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt; while the youngest (the one who had been stopped from grabbing mud) was staring into space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forlornly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how their visit to the park ended, but it ended on a happy note for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-1354020612196704857?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1354020612196704857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1354020612196704857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1354020612196704857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1354020612196704857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/park-in-walk.html' title='A Park in the Walk'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3677244835851483065</id><published>2008-09-03T15:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:05:29.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Monty</title><content type='html'>Our (not so) beloved canteen used to be the home of a mongrel fondly called Monty by all. I don't know when or how he came to live there. He used to live there from time immemorial (I say immemorial coz no one really knows). The canteen was HIS property. He would bark away any other dog that dared to enter his home. There were  other dogs around the college, sure. But, the canteen was his alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would even attend classes at times, even those which most students found too boring to attend. And I am sure his attention gratified many sore lecturers who found few students in their class (and most of those few dozing in class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another memory of him entering a class room during an exam leading the invigilator to hurriedly shoo him away (which of course led to the less honest students using the opportunity advantageously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every break spent in the canteen would have to be endured with Monty at your side. He had even learnt to paw people to remind them of his presence. As though to say, I'm here too! Yet, Monty was a harmless creature (though he terrified some of the girls in college by his mere presence *laughs at the memory*). He could be found in the oddest of places. At times sleeping right at the door so you had to leap over him. Other times, right under your chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, though Monty began to loose weight drastically. He was all skin and bone. He stopped eating. Forget pawing us for food, even food that was given to him would be left untasted. I still remember the last time I saw him alive - he was just standing in one place. There was no life in those eyes. My best friend and I had the same premonition at the same time. We both hesitated to say it, but we said it anyway since we both thought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your death was peaceful Monty. I hope you're happy wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3677244835851483065?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3677244835851483065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3677244835851483065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3677244835851483065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3677244835851483065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/monty.html' title='Monty'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2843379225439326068</id><published>2008-07-13T15:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:27:25.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gk'/><title type='text'>General Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Indo-US Nuclear Deal – What does it mean for the Indian Corporate Sector?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;Over 400 Indian Companies will get the share of the nuclear business. This is estimated at over $100 billion, over the next five years. Some of these companies include: Larsen &amp;amp; Toubro, TATA Power, M &amp;amp; M, Godrej and Boyce, etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div  style="border-style: none none solid; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;color:-moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrinal Sen awarded Osian’s lifetime achievement award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:123pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\admin\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SHnfOrIXl1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dly6D1UL358/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SHnfOrIXl1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dly6D1UL358/s320/New+Picture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222450686101788498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrinal Sen is a famous Bengali film maker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His career spanned over 5 decades. During this time, he made over 30 films, scripted &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Section2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;19 and produced 4. He has also received the Padma Bhushan and the Dadasaheb Phalke Award. He was born on May 14, 1923 in the town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Faridpur&lt;/st1:city&gt; (now a part of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;). Bhuvan Shome (Mr. Shome) was the movie that launched him as a film maker. It also introduced the wave of “new cinema” in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Section3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;You can find more info by clicking this link: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiancurrentaffairs.blogspot.com/2008/07/13072008.html"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;http://indiancurrentaffairs.blogspot.com/2008/07/13072008.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2843379225439326068?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2843379225439326068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2843379225439326068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2843379225439326068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2843379225439326068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/general-info.html' title='General Info'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SHnfOrIXl1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dly6D1UL358/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6062653331204957214</id><published>2008-07-13T14:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:25:17.138+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Line of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, browsing through a book store, I came across this book called “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Analysis_of_Beauty"&gt;The line of Beauty&lt;/a&gt;” by Alan Hollinghurst. As usual, poor student that I am, I was unable to afford the book. But, I did some research on the dude’s book.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the books title is inspired from a theory propounded by another guy called William Hogarth, an 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century English Painter, Satirist and writer who came up with this theory about how certain features of a person or thing attract the viewer (the beholder). The book “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Analysis_of_Beauty"&gt;Analysis of Beauty&lt;/a&gt;” was published in 1753.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This stuff can be found at Wikipedia….lol, as usual. Also, read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogee"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cichw.net/pmanalysis.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yalepress.yale.edu/book.asp?isbn=9780300073461"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6062653331204957214?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Line_of_Beauty' title='The Line of Beauty'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6062653331204957214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=6062653331204957214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6062653331204957214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6062653331204957214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/line-of-beauty.html' title='The Line of Beauty'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2860005660251380920</id><published>2008-07-12T20:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:22:41.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mail a bank through the POST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I read &lt;a href="http://www.stampsofdistinction.com/2008/07/bank-that-was-sent-through-post-office.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, all I could do was say “WOW!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2860005660251380920?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2860005660251380920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2860005660251380920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2860005660251380920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2860005660251380920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/mail-bank-through-post.html' title='Mail a bank through the POST?'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8938943026748615956</id><published>2008-07-12T17:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:09:53.424+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>St. Thomas Aquinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have been reading up on St. Thomas of Aquinas - &lt;/span&gt;Philosopher, theologian, doctor of the Church (&lt;em&gt;Angelicus Doctor&lt;/em&gt;), patron of Catholic universities, colleges, and schools.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was born some time in 1225 or 1227. His mother was &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Theodora, Countess of Teano&lt;/span&gt;. His father was &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Landulph, Count of Aquino&lt;/span&gt;. He showed an inclination towards Spirituality at a very young age. In fact, a seer predicted that he would join the order of the friars Preachers. &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was known to go into “ecstasies”. On one occasion, he was said to have a conversation with God. (A voice came from the crucifix on the altar . . .)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His mother, brothers and sisters did not want him to join the friars and did everything that they could do to stop him, including imprisoning him for 18 months and sending a temptress into his room. But, he stood firm and finally his family gave up and set him free.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquinas believed that the existence of God is neither self-evident nor beyond proof. In the &lt;i&gt;Summa Theologica&lt;/i&gt;, he considered in great detail five rational proofs for the existence of God. These are widely known as the &lt;i&gt;quinquae viae&lt;/i&gt;, or the "&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Five Ways&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gave five qualities which he said God is NOT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is      simple, without composition of parts, such as body and soul, or matter and      form.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is      perfect, lacking nothing. That is, God is distinguished from other beings      on account of God's complete actuality.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is      infinite. That is, God is not finite in the ways that created beings are      physically, intellectually, and emotionally limited. This infinity is to      be distinguished from infinity of size and infinity of number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is      immutable, incapable of change on the levels of God's essence and      character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God is      one, without diversification within God's self. The unity of God is such      that God's essence is the same as God's existence. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He also gave five arguments which he said proved the existence of God. This &lt;a href="http://www.mnstate.edu/gracyk/courses/web%20publishing/aquinasFiveWays_ArgumentAnalysis.htm"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt; gives them all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people argue against these five arguments, systematically breaking them down one by one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some are atheists, others Christians, who believe the existence of God cannot be proven.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you can find more info on this guy at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Thomas_Aquinas"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8938943026748615956?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8938943026748615956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8938943026748615956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8938943026748615956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8938943026748615956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/st-thomas-aquinas.html' title='St. Thomas Aquinas'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1437479199119829098</id><published>2008-06-03T22:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:23:17.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why you should think twice (or more) before buying vegetables/fruits from a roadside vendor</title><content type='html'>Today, as I got off an auto, I realised I didn't have any change and neither did the driver. I asked the driver to get change from a nearby shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I stood waiting for him to return with the change, I noticed a little girl had done "potty" right beside the road (barely a metre from where I stood). She was sitting on her haunches, covering up the potty with sand from the road. Her mother, who works in the roadside vegetable sellers' shop, brought water in a basket (in which people keep collect the vegetables they want to buy) washed the girls bottom with water and then went back to work - sorting out the vegetables. She didn't bother to at least wash her hands with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you buy vegetables from a roadside vendor, think about the places they may have been and the hands that may have touched them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-1437479199119829098?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1437479199119829098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1437479199119829098&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1437479199119829098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1437479199119829098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-you-should-think-twice-or-more.html' title='Why you should think twice (or more) before buying vegetables/fruits from a roadside vendor'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-9162780307029769134</id><published>2008-05-12T23:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:54:01.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meredith Brooks - I'm A Bitch, I am a lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/lRqoIHZpWUU" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/lRqoIHZpWUU" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song totally decribes ME! The person who made the vid thought it was by Alanis - hence the alanis pic, but the song's by Meredith Brooks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-9162780307029769134?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9162780307029769134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=9162780307029769134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/9162780307029769134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/9162780307029769134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/meredith-brooks-i-bitch.html' title='Meredith Brooks - I&apos;m A Bitch, I am a lover'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3227556819531478448</id><published>2008-05-12T22:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:36:24.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this song!! LOVE it! I love the fact that the whole Irony in it is in the fact that there IS no Irony in any of the situations she sings about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3227556819531478448?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3227556819531478448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3227556819531478448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3227556819531478448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3227556819531478448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/alanis-morissette-ironic.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Ironic'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2658241805298952070</id><published>2008-05-11T19:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:51:52.883+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>We're having elections in Hyderabad. This has been a fun experience for me. The Candidates and their "Parties" have come up with the most . . . ahem. . . innovative(?) symbols for their respective party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some specimens include -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana (Vote for Banana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAgs_prYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yOvnehsrs3c/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAgs_prYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yOvnehsrs3c/s320/banana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124856656473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAg8_prZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZsxEyNNroOU/s1600-h/celing+fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAg8_prZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZsxEyNNroOU/s320/celing+fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124860951440786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAg8_praI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xHbul7sOaQE/s1600-h/television.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAg8_praI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xHbul7sOaQE/s320/television.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199124860951440802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, we had a candidate pay us a visit . . . politely smiling and asking us to vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;Do I know his name? No. Do I know what he plans to do for the constituency? No. His symbol? Hmm. . . . No clue. Do I plan to vote (for him or anyone else)? No.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you could call me an irresponsible citizen. I guess I am. But, vote for a banana? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear another candidates representatives going around in an auto blasting out info that elections are being held today . . . and ofcourse, please do vote for me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these parties have symbols? What do these symbols signify? Last I heard, they are supposed to symbolise what the Party stands for or intends to do. . . banana? Television? Ceiling Fan? Gas Cylinder???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Pictures are not the originals. . . just some examples I found on the Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2658241805298952070?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2658241805298952070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2658241805298952070&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2658241805298952070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2658241805298952070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCcAgs_prYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yOvnehsrs3c/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5381439045218342832</id><published>2008-05-08T17:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:45:19.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Art???</title><content type='html'>I wanted to throw up when I read &lt;a href="http://thebratthebeanandbedlam.wordpress.com/2008/04/18/art-or-not/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-5381439045218342832?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5381439045218342832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5381439045218342832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5381439045218342832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5381439045218342832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/art.html' title='Art???'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5189349626671470526</id><published>2008-05-07T18:54:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:09:40.522+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>Flora, Fauna Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdybirders.com/html/birds/paradise-flycatcher.html"&gt; Paradise Flycatcher.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCGuyJKlQUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FK0uZxCtQfg/s1600-h/Paradise-flycatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCGuyJKlQUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FK0uZxCtQfg/s320/Paradise-flycatcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197627621439258946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow . . . I didn't even know such a bird existed. . . and all along, it's been right HERE in Hyderabad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a few more &lt;a href="http://www.princeton.edu/%7Evivekt/indian-birds.html"&gt;websites&lt;/a&gt; that give info on &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rs_suresh/"&gt;birds in India&lt;/a&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     White Throated fan tail (from &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/rs_suresh/#E"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/rs_suresh/#E)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCGvgJKlQVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mN_SXLCFnMo/s1600-h/whitethroatedfantail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCGvgJKlQVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mN_SXLCFnMo/s320/whitethroatedfantail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197628411713241426" 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/5315785395758447275-5189349626671470526?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5189349626671470526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5189349626671470526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5189349626671470526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5189349626671470526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/flora-fauna-part-ii.html' title='Flora, Fauna Part II'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SCGuyJKlQUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FK0uZxCtQfg/s72-c/Paradise-flycatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4459014087469865464</id><published>2008-05-05T22:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:52:04.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>MS withdraws bid for Yahoo! Part II</title><content type='html'>Well, apparently though emotionally, it thrilled me, it doesn't seem to have thrilled the investors. Yahoo!'s shares &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/businessNews/idUSWEN544520080505?feedType=RSS&amp;amp;feedName=businessNews"&gt;"plunged" &lt;/a&gt;after MS withdrew their bid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4459014087469865464?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/businessNews/idUSWEN544520080505?feedType=RSS&amp;feedName=businessNews' title='MS withdraws bid for Yahoo! Part II'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4459014087469865464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4459014087469865464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4459014087469865464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4459014087469865464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/ms-withdraws-bid-for-yahoo-part-ii.html' title='MS withdraws bid for Yahoo! Part II'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2069713752975317004</id><published>2008-05-04T12:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:50.468+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Microsoft withdrawsbid for Yahoo!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so thrilled about this! I know this is an emotional reaction, but I was totally against Microsoft buying Yahoo. I am not sure if it made any business sense, as some experts said it did, but given Microsofts' past record, I was agonized over the thought of it buying Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure that Yahoo! can survive on its own. They can and will start doing better, especially now that the threat of a takeover is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Microsoft will attempt to take over Yahoo! again? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;The post title is linked to the news article by PTI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2069713752975317004?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ptinews.com/pti/ptisite.nsf/all/BAA07C3383569FD26525743F001DA6AC?Opendocument' title='Microsoft withdrawsbid for Yahoo!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2069713752975317004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2069713752975317004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2069713752975317004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2069713752975317004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/microsoft-withdrawsbid-for-yahoo.html' title='Microsoft withdrawsbid for Yahoo!!!'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6309590378761008648</id><published>2008-05-03T22:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:35:11.570+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Marketing</title><content type='html'>It's a poem I wrote about marketing for our Marketing Samathi. I never used it for the purpose which it was meant. I'll post it here, instead.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little silly, but cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARKETING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sales forecasts to be made,&lt;br /&gt;all those goods to trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell a hundred today, two hundred tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;don't bother asking me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My! That advertisement caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;Made me weep and made me sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it's done,&lt;br /&gt;Roaming endless days in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job seems no fun,&lt;br /&gt;But it's what makes companies run."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6309590378761008648?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6309590378761008648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=6309590378761008648&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6309590378761008648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6309590378761008648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/marketing.html' title='Marketing'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-7623168563264622733</id><published>2008-05-03T21:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:10:22.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Surviving the US Downturn</title><content type='html'>Michael Schuman writes about the changing global economic situation with regards to the US being the sole engine of Growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found his article very interesting. .  . and as it also agrees with my own point of view that India and China . . . and well, the whole World basically need not hang upon very breath that the US economy takes or does not take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can survive on their own too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-7623168563264622733?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1736303,00.html' title='Surviving the US Downturn'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7623168563264622733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=7623168563264622733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7623168563264622733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7623168563264622733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/surviving-us-downturn.html' title='Surviving the US Downturn'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8711665608004705281</id><published>2008-05-03T20:48:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:00:01.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>Flora, Fauna Part I</title><content type='html'>I have lately been looking up stuff about Animals and Birds on the Internet. There are so many Interesting things on the net!! I have sort of developed an interest in the Flora and fauna around us . . . I am amazed at how much I don’t know about them!! OK, so there are some millions and millions of species, sub-species, etc so it’s practically impossible for me to know them all, but I was horrified to see how little I actually knew.  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Part I. There will be many, many more to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll post some pics of Birds here that I found on the Net. Some pics came from the website: &lt;a href="http://greennature.com/"&gt;http://greennature.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The birds that I found include the Curve billed thrasher, mocking birds, warblers and wrens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will not describe the birds, I am only going to put up the pictures, which will describe them better than I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Curve billed thrasher:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByC4UuL02I/AAAAAAAAADA/gZDbOvk_1F0/s1600-h/curve-billed-thrasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByC4UuL02I/AAAAAAAAADA/gZDbOvk_1F0/s200/curve-billed-thrasher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196171974225417058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mocking Bird:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Northern Mocking Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByDZUuL04I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xjsop0BYqO4/s1600-h/Northern+mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByDZUuL04I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xjsop0BYqO4/s200/Northern+mockingbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196172541161100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByDZEuL03I/AAAAAAAAADI/PCRES-A0C9I/s1600-h/mockingbirdtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByDZEuL03I/AAAAAAAAADI/PCRES-A0C9I/s200/mockingbirdtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196172536866132850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Warblers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow throated warbler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SDAg18_prcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f29ZEOUrhHo/s1600-h/yellowthroatedwarbler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SDAg18_prcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f29ZEOUrhHo/s400/yellowthroatedwarbler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201693680891178434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByD4UuL05I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZvTlSRLJVpQ/s1600-h/warblers_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByD4UuL05I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZvTlSRLJVpQ/s200/warblers_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196173073737044882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                   Wren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByE8EuL08I/AAAAAAAAADw/yRw6G65r5b8/s1600-h/WrenWinter04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByE8EuL08I/AAAAAAAAADw/yRw6G65r5b8/s200/WrenWinter04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196174237673182146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8711665608004705281?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8711665608004705281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8711665608004705281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8711665608004705281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8711665608004705281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/flora-fauna-part-i.html' title='Flora, Fauna Part I'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SByC4UuL02I/AAAAAAAAADA/gZDbOvk_1F0/s72-c/curve-billed-thrasher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4644014352232087826</id><published>2008-05-02T20:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:12:23.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fray - How To Save A Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4644014352232087826?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4644014352232087826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4644014352232087826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4644014352232087826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4644014352232087826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/fray-how-to-save-life.html' title='The Fray - How To Save A Life'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6803858484442854205</id><published>2008-05-02T20:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:06:16.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love this song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6803858484442854205?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3915394705130464234</id><published>2008-05-02T14:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:12:33.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>A check for $360 billion??</title><content type='html'>This one had me in splits!! It's amazing that someone could be this stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080502/ap_on_fe_st/odd_check_for_billions"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080502/ap_on_fe_st/odd_check_for_billions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3915394705130464234?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080502/ap_on_fe_st/odd_check_for_billions' title='A check for $360 billion??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3915394705130464234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3915394705130464234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3915394705130464234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3915394705130464234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-for-360-billion.html' title='A check for $360 billion??'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6704865350720427117</id><published>2008-05-01T19:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:03:00.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch her as I sleep&lt;br /&gt;                 I watch her everyday&lt;br /&gt;as she watches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Her face, it haunts my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;                 More so than any woman evr dared!&lt;br /&gt;She's so lovely,&lt;br /&gt;                 Her loveliness hurts my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often wonder what she sees when she looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;A child grown too big?&lt;br /&gt;A fool fumbling her way through life?&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer longing to live, yet unwilling to leave her cocoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   What, my lovely, darling Annie,&lt;br /&gt;do you see, when you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                   You look at over your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;your lips rosy,&lt;br /&gt;                     pink flowers in your hat,&lt;br /&gt;A half-smile playing on your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     You are calling to me,&lt;br /&gt;inviting me into your World,&lt;br /&gt;                      no, It's MY World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk through the streets of Italy.&lt;br /&gt;                     You hardly belong there,&lt;br /&gt;you're too lovely,&lt;br /&gt;                     You're too lovely for any city or Country in this World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Sepia toned World,&lt;br /&gt;                     we walk through this City,&lt;br /&gt;and I think "Oh, I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;                      I love you so much....&lt;br /&gt;don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                      I live your life,&lt;br /&gt;I live your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;                      I live your loves,&lt;br /&gt;I live for you,&lt;br /&gt;                     for you live through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6704865350720427117?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6704865350720427117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=6704865350720427117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6704865350720427117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6704865350720427117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/annie.html' title='Annie'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-3544137235441271370</id><published>2008-05-01T14:56:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:08:03.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Baby dropping</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d850119a2f890148" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd850119a2f890148%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331804403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416203F5767520327396C6F46CB9E281B6BFC5F1.805D6F62E5B1C80E9FD3B1BA3BAA8DE1B7CE7B86%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd850119a2f890148%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2X4v-AjHFV15q8SvqIHzb2RaV6E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd850119a2f890148%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331804403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D416203F5767520327396C6F46CB9E281B6BFC5F1.805D6F62E5B1C80E9FD3B1BA3BAA8DE1B7CE7B86%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd850119a2f890148%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2X4v-AjHFV15q8SvqIHzb2RaV6E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Reuters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saw this video on Reuters. I know we've probably seen this all before. But, looks like it's made the news, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those parents are sure made of strong stuff. I wouldn't dare dreaming of throwing my baby down a building, irrespective of how many people stood below holding a white "sheet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-3544137235441271370?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d850119a2f890148&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3544137235441271370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=3544137235441271370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3544137235441271370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/3544137235441271370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-dropping.html' title='Baby dropping'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5943785635464498587</id><published>2008-04-29T22:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:19:53.485+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>In Memory of a Man I hardly knew. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, was the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; death anniversary of my neighbour (“Uncle” as we Indians refer to any older relatives, neighbours, friends of parents, parents of friends, etc.) We live in an apartment building. There are four flats on each floor, with 2 flats facing each other. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This Uncle lived in the flat opposite to ours with his wife and daughter. His daughter is one year younger than me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never spoke to Uncle; he was the shy retiring type. He didn’t mix with people much (neither do I). I kept thinking maybe I should at least say ‘hi’, but never got around to it. I am not that friendly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember the day he died. It was a Sunday. My aunt was here on an official trip. My mom and dad went out on some work. When they came back in the evening, we were surprised to see the door of the flat opposite to ours open and Auntie was crying, surrounded by 2-3 relatives, the Watchman, his wife and kids. Naturally, mom had to ask “What happened?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncle and his two nephews had been killed in a car crash. They were on their way to a wedding. They never reached. One of the nephews had been married barely a year. His wife was in the car too. She survived the crash. Auntie said that Uncle never approved of travelling long distances in the car, but had been convinced to go by his nephews, who really loved their Uncle and wanted him to come along for the ride. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auntie said she had gone ahead in the train and was waiting for these people to come, at the wedding, and when they didn’t turn up, she tried calling on their cell phone. The phone was answered by Police personnel who informed them about the accident.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went numb when I heard the news. I had heard of wedding parties being killed, an entire entourage travelling as the bus fell of the cliff or rammed into another vehicle, but this was the first time I was witnessing it first hand. The mother of the two nephews was inconsolable and fainted with the grief. She was a widow and now both her sons were dead. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncles’ daughter had her exams; in fact she had gone to college to write her final exam when this incident occurred. Her mother pretended all was normal and fine when she called up. Yes, the wedding went fine, yes, daddy is fine. . . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw the photo of the car in the “Eenadu” newspaper. I searched for even a small article about the crash in the TOI, I searched for 2-3 days, but there wasn’t even a single mention about almost an entire family being wiped out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This accident changed my life. It brought death closer to me than before. I am not really worried about me dying. Once you’re dead, you’re dead. What I am worried about my Parent’s death. Because, death is not hard for those who die; it’s hard for those who are left behind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was particularly hard because Uncle was younger than my father and almost my mothers’ age, and the way he died. He was sitting behind the drivers’ seat and his skull was crushed by the impact. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here I am writing a post in memory of a man I hardly knew. May his soul, and souls of others who died that day, rest in peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-5943785635464498587?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5943785635464498587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5943785635464498587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5943785635464498587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5943785635464498587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-memory-of-man-i-hardly-knew.html' title='In Memory of a Man I hardly knew. . .'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-7390223291684528598</id><published>2008-04-27T18:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:13:29.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some General facts - funny, some useless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the wright brothers first flight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earth worms have five hearts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an Amish man has a beard, he is married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If a native   Hawaiian woman places the flower on her right ear, she is available.    (The bigger the flower, the more desperate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As of 2006, 200 million blogs were left without updates (Includes 2 of mine which I started and abandoned. This is the longest time that I have continued maintaining a blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gandhi didn't allow his wife to take penicillin to save   her life from pneumonia but took quinine to save himself from malaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Native Hawaiian women were not allowed to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every year the sun loses 360 million tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;George Washington Carver invented peanut butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Ottoman Empire once had seven emperors in seven months. They died of (in order): burning, choking, drowning, stabbing, heart failure, poisoning and being thrown from a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nova Scotia is   Latin for 'New Scotland'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: http://www.berro.com/entertainment/general_interesting_facts.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-7390223291684528598?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7390223291684528598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=7390223291684528598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7390223291684528598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/7390223291684528598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-general-facts-funny-some-useless.html' title='Some General facts - funny, some useless.'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-5420203349321950951</id><published>2008-04-24T21:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:39:32.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Food crisis</title><content type='html'>I had recently written a blog about inflation and how it is a global phenomenon. Here is an article from the economist that talks about the "food crisis" and its effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the silent tsunami, which I think is an apt title.&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the title of the post which links to the article)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-5420203349321950951?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.economist.com/opinion/displayStory.cfm?Story_ID=11050146' title='Food crisis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5420203349321950951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=5420203349321950951&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5420203349321950951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/5420203349321950951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-crisis.html' title='Food crisis'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8597278084963109562</id><published>2008-04-23T19:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:47:12.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Auto rickshaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SA9CRkuL01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dEQvtF6Uyhc/s1600-h/02%2BAuto%2BRickshaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SA9CRkuL01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dEQvtF6Uyhc/s200/02%2BAuto%2BRickshaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192441765064069970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Auto rickshaws – the bane of the middle class traveler. He is the runt sized king of the road, or so he would have you believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They take you where they want to go, they charge you what they want to charge you and you have no choice but to put up with it. After all, most of us are in a hurry to get somewhere and don’t have time to argue or to wait endlessly for that one auto driver who is willing to take you where you want to go at the meter rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;However, recently I read a newspaper article that made my day. It was about a bold, young girl who was in a hurry to go to her examination hall. She took an auto to be there before time. When she reached the destination, the auto driver refused to return the change. Furious, she then demanded that he return her money. He, obviously, refused. This enraged her so much that she ripped his shirt pocket and took her money back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I can empathize with the girl. I remember once traveling to college in an auto. My college is a little in the interiors of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Osmania&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; campus. So, auto drivers usually crib about having to go back empty. This particular guy was being particularly whiny about it, so I decided to get off and walk the rest of the way. Then, when I gave him the money, he refused to return the change. This really pissed me off. So, I said “Fine, then I’ll get back on and you drop me at the point when the meter charge reaches the amount that I gave you”. Voila! Magically, the auto driver suddenly realizes that he does indeed have the change to return to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I must say that not all are bad. There are a few really decent, good auto drivers who do their best . . . but they are few and far in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On the whole, it's a hellish ride for us hapless commuters. We need to do something about this menace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8597278084963109562?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8597278084963109562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8597278084963109562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8597278084963109562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8597278084963109562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/auto-rickshaws.html' title='Auto rickshaws'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SA9CRkuL01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dEQvtF6Uyhc/s72-c/02%2BAuto%2BRickshaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6211090119235117411</id><published>2008-04-19T19:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:28:43.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Finally, my exams have to come an end!! Phew!! That was FIVE long days of hardly any sleep and tension and with my nose buried in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can now chill for three long days before my summer internship begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6211090119235117411?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6211090119235117411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=6211090119235117411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6211090119235117411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6211090119235117411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1893684654682322936</id><published>2008-04-14T22:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:06:06.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have taken to reading blogs by other people. . I have come across such a variety of interesting, fascinating and eye opening blogs that made me rethink some of my opinions and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were funny, some emotional, some introspective. All were by Indian bloggers. I hadn't realised that the Indian blogging network had grown so huge. It's another society, all on it's own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above link is one such blog that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my exams from tomorrow. My 2nd sem end sem exams.&lt;br /&gt;I have prepared well enough (I'd like to think).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-1893684654682322936?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://indiauncut.com/' title='blogs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1893684654682322936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1893684654682322936&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1893684654682322936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1893684654682322936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-1365014147996682006</id><published>2008-04-06T12:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:44:02.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Words ending in GRY</title><content type='html'>Yes, We have all seen or heard this question at some point of time or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has flumoxxed me time and again. . . It's had me wanting to bang my head against the wall for being unable to think of a third word. . . other than angry and hungry.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_h1rd5egCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UxIN8x0PbRU/s1600-h/excitement%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186024360537653282" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_h1rd5egCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UxIN8x0PbRU/s200/excitement%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY . . I have found that there ARE other words that end in GRY . . . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the question asked is a trick question. But, that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Words are -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;aggry: A glass bead found buried in the ground in Africa. A word of unknown origin. Seemingly always used attributively, as in aggry beads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;braggry: A variant form of braggery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;conyngry: An obsolete dialectal variant of conyger, itself an obsolete term meaning 'rabbit warren'. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;gry: The smallest unit in Locke's proposed decimal system of linear measurement, being the tenth of a line, the hundredth of an inch, and the thousandth of a ('philosophical') foot. Also the grunt of a pig, an insignificant trifle, or a verb meaning to roar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;iggry: Egyptian colloquial Arabic pronunciation of ijri: 'Hurry up!', brought back after the First World War by members of British and Australian forces who had fought in Egypt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;awgry: from Old French: being regarded with displeasure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;meagry: Having a meager appearance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;nangry: A variant form of angry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;podagry: Dodder, or the condition of a plant infested with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;puggry: A variant form of puggree, a light scarf wound around a hat or helmet to protect the head from the sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.coolquiz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5315785395758447275-1365014147996682006?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1365014147996682006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=1365014147996682006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1365014147996682006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/1365014147996682006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-ending-in-gry.html' title='Words ending in GRY'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_h1rd5egCI/AAAAAAAAABg/UxIN8x0PbRU/s72-c/excitement%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-4586279844057093166</id><published>2008-04-06T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:10:44.781+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where does a Compass really point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_huZt5ef_I/AAAAAAAAABI/AcHb5mdZL_E/s1600-h/compass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186016359013580786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_huZt5ef_I/AAAAAAAAABI/AcHb5mdZL_E/s200/compass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contrary to popular belief, a compass does not always point to the north pole. Infact, it doesn't point to the north pole, at all. In the northern hemisphere, it points to the northern magnetic pole (which is the northernmostpoint of the Arctic coast of North America). Another Point is that the Northern magnetic pole moves in a 20 mile radius and changes its course between day and night.&lt;br /&gt;In the southern hemishpere, it always points to the Southern Magnetic Pole, which is in Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;A Compass is used along with a marine chronometer to calculate longitude and a sextent to calculate latitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-4586279844057093166?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4586279844057093166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=4586279844057093166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4586279844057093166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/4586279844057093166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-does-compass-really-point.html' title='Where does a Compass really point?'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R_huZt5ef_I/AAAAAAAAABI/AcHb5mdZL_E/s72-c/compass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-6704973055852671981</id><published>2008-04-02T21:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:50:42.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jolene</title><content type='html'>Heard this Song "Jolene" by Dolly Parton on American Idol sung by Brooke White.&lt;br /&gt;I was at first, quite happy with the way she'd sung it. . . then I came online and heard Dolly Parton sing it on Youtube. MAN!! That was awesome! Put Brooke White's version in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Simon Cowell. Her song didn't have that emotion that this song requires. Begging Jolene to leave her man . . can't really sing this song with a smile, can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-6704973055852671981?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6704973055852671981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=6704973055852671981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6704973055852671981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/6704973055852671981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/04/jolene.html' title='Jolene'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-358606049282508947</id><published>2008-03-29T12:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:03:11.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Colbie Caillat - Bubbly </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/aFT4UBlmXJA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aFT4UBlmXJA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another beautiful song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-358606049282508947?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/358606049282508947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=358606049282508947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/358606049282508947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/358606049282508947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/colbie-caillat-bubbly.html' title='Colbie Caillat - Bubbly '/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-8952527450530827209</id><published>2008-03-29T11:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:34:00.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Plain White Ts - Hey There Delilah - Official (HQ)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE this song. It makes my heart ache. LOL, I also love being melodramatic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-8952527450530827209?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8952527450530827209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=8952527450530827209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8952527450530827209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/8952527450530827209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/plain-white-ts-hey-there-delilah.html' title='Plain White Ts - Hey There Delilah - Official (HQ)'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2459202034396824385</id><published>2008-03-29T11:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:48:38.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inflation</title><content type='html'>The topic of the day - "INFLATION". Every where I go I hear this word. Inflation is huge, global prices are rising. US is heading towards a recession. . . scary, scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard, inflation was around 6.78% (in India). So, what's causing the Inflation? It's the rising prices of the Commodities. . the Cement, steel, food grains, edible oil, etc etc. The World prices are rising, therefore, domestic prices are rising, Countries are banning exports, which is causing further increase in World prices. . .and so the cycle goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Rising Inflation is not a domestic problem. It's an International problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, they have been using monetary policies to curb inflation, so far. Hiking the CRR. But, for how long will this continue? The banning of exports is a short-term solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can the Government do to curb this soon to be spiralling out of control inflation?&lt;br /&gt;Many experts believe the RBI should next try fiddling with the repo rates. I am not quite convinced about that policy.&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert on Economics. . . but I think the problem is far more deeper and I think neither repo rates nor ban on exports is the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many articles that I have read say that although these are short term measures, they aren't quite the solution. In the long term, the productivity of food grains needs to be increased. The price rise of food grains is due to their shortage and we're facing a shortage since there are not that many takers for producing them, since they are not very profitable. Farmers prefer to grow cash crops.&lt;br /&gt;We need to do something to encourage farmers to start producing food grains again.&lt;br /&gt;Subsidies have been given in the past, but have not been very successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....... So, therein lies the solution. Increase production of food grains, edible oils, etc. But, how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5315785395758447275-2459202034396824385?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2459202034396824385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2459202034396824385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2459202034396824385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2459202034396824385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/inflation.html' title='Inflation'/><author><name>Sarkywoman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16379983417270303618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/SLo8eMbeHbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2noOYrJ6pwQ/S220/feminist.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5315785395758447275.post-2617269164921838602</id><published>2008-03-29T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:47:28.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>G. I. Gurdjieff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R-3QmN5ef-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/MI8CQ0FsBKk/s1600-h/gurdjieff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183028101157650402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R-3QmN5ef-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/MI8CQ0FsBKk/s400/gurdjieff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todays blog is about this man. G.I. Gurdjieff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is he? What does/did he do? And Why am I writing a post about him? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, my friend gave me a book titled "Meetings with Remarkable Men". This is an autobiographical account of Gurdjieff. Of course, I had never heard of this man. So, I HAD to look it up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgiy Ivanovich Gyurdzhiev (or Gurdjiev) was an Armenian-Greek Mystic. He married Julia Ostrowska in 1912. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia ostrowska -&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Picture from digitalseance.wordpress.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R-3KZt5ef8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VJiBZpip2aY/s1600-h/gurdjieff-wife-2_thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183021289339518914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SLu-ueGTTTs/R-3KZt5ef8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VJiBZpip2aY/s320/gurdjieff-wife-2_thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His date and place of birth are disputed. Some say Russia and others Armenia. His date of birth is said to be somewhere between 1866 to 1877.&lt;br /&gt;In Russia, he established "The Institute for the Harmonious Development of Man" (1919), which he re-established in France in 1922. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gurdjieff Foundation has about two dozen centers, mostly in North America.&lt;br /&gt;There are Gurdjieff-Ouspensky Centers in over 30 countries around the world; they are operated by the Fellowship of Friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are, as usual, several people who are skeptical of Gurdjieffs teachings. Some mock him and make fun of him. Others hotly defend him and his teachings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am still not sure what to think. I'll read the book and decide.&lt;/p&gt;For further info on the man and his teachings, you can go through these websites.&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia, &lt;a href="http://skepdic.com/gurdjief.html"&gt;http://skepdic.com/gurdjief.html&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gurdjieff.org/"&gt;http://www.gurdjieff.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5315785395758447275-2617269164921838602?l=sarkywoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2617269164921838602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5315785395758447275&amp;postID=2617269164921838602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2617269164921838602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5315785395758447275/posts/default/2617269164921838602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkywoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/g-i-gurdjieff.html' title='G. 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