<?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-868961570008759106</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:16:17.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-8178826243634351729</id><published>2008-12-23T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:03:52.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another birthday gone.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask which one ? I am just 16+ a few years old.. But carrying the long tradition of celebrating birthdays given to us by Britishers, I was inundated with GIFTS.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yippeee&lt;/span&gt;  !!!! Gifts from friends, relatives- you name it. The only problem is I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with all that stuff- clothes I will never wear, things I will never use and even if I do use them it would be just to appease my guilt that I am being disrespectful to a dear one. So I end up using stuff once and then it goes into the corner of my cupboard only to come out after a few years. Such a waste.. But then the positive side of this is I have hordes of friends and relatives who love me and are willing to go out and buy that GIFT for me.. I suppose the real gift does not lie in the gift as much as it does in there attempt to give me a gift and express there love affection for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-8178826243634351729?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8178826243634351729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=8178826243634351729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8178826243634351729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8178826243634351729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-birthday-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-2028406248164582854</id><published>2008-11-14T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:22:32.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally he called !</title><content type='html'>I am so happy, so excited.. I am blushing just with the thought of the conversation I had with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 15 days, since the day I found out he has arrived I had been waiting for his call. I waited with a baited breath. But he didn't call. Initially I thought he was busy with work but then I found out he was making phone calls to other people. Then I thought - Why not me ! Is he trying to ignore me ? Do i carry no importance in his life? I was so depressed.. I almost cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my relationship with him was over. The sweet sweet conversations we have had will no longer happen again. He called up everyone and not me :( I am the cursed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then finally yesterday the call came. He spoke to our Prime Minister and I am happy again that our relationship is still going long and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Barack Obama- The president of the United States of America and I am the Indian media who was getting desperate for his phone call . Who thought that if the phone call from Barack Obama does not come to the Indian Prime Minister then India is doomed. I am the person who likes to believe that a phone call can make or break India's future. That India as a country is weaker than a shrinking economy of United Stated of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ! But when will the Indian media  grow up. Realise there countries importance. Stop worrying about such petty issues and start thinking about the larger issues ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-2028406248164582854?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2028406248164582854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=2028406248164582854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2028406248164582854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2028406248164582854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-he-called.html' title='Finally he called !'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-472983821141400900</id><published>2008-10-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:54:05.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the definition of success</title><content type='html'>In a world which is solely motivated by money , can success be only be measured with money? Is it only about the perfect pay package, the perfect position, the perfect house, the perfect car? Or are there some more parameters that measure success?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't success be also linked to good education, good cultural values, the right blend in life- personal or professional. But then how do we define good education or good cultural values. Today even education is largely linked to the future prospects of minting money. So an MBA from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IIM&lt;/span&gt; Ahmadabad is good but a MA from Ahmadabad university is not good enough. Definition of good values too is linked to good money. How often than not, we have been introduced to people from extremely rich families as belonging to " extremely good families" Very often, am sure.&lt;br /&gt;So how do we measure success? Do we raise our own bars and try to achieve them. If yes then wouldn't we be a failures from the perspective of the world? And don't we all at the end of the day want to seem successful from the worlds point of view. Do we have the courage to face the world as social failures but still carry the confidence of having achieved personal successes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-472983821141400900?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/472983821141400900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=472983821141400900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/472983821141400900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/472983821141400900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-definition-of-suscess.html' title='What is the definition of success'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-4783409015101380882</id><published>2008-10-16T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:14:08.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad State</title><content type='html'>Was the advice given by our elders really right- Earn more, Spend less, save more for your bad days? With the advent of the “ feel good economy” the focus suddenly had changed. It now was “ Earn good, spend more speculating on your future income”. Nobody created that small nest for the bad days. And the result is very clear.&lt;br /&gt;Be it individuals or the large corporates- everyone is facing the heat. The economy is just entering the recession mode and already most of large corporates are cutting jobs and costs. A few quarter of losses was so strong that it over wrote all the past many years profits. What happened to that huge amount of “ general reserve” that appear on the balance sheets of these companies.&lt;br /&gt;What worries me the most is the plight of the young Indian employees loosing jobs. Already over burdened with the society pressure to own that “ big car” and “ big house”, all of them were carrying huge loans and finding it difficult to repay them with the increasing interest costs. Now with the entire global economy going for a toss and no social support available from the government, sustenance for quite a few of them might become difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-4783409015101380882?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4783409015101380882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=4783409015101380882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4783409015101380882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4783409015101380882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-state.html' title='Sad State'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-2268211163071246752</id><published>2008-09-23T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:38:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I become a cynic</title><content type='html'>2 major incidences have made me wonder - have I become a cynic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bombings&lt;/span&gt; in Islamabad, Pakistan: My first reaction to the news - As the world ( specially the US) starts blaming Islamic countries and specially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt; for the increasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terrorism&lt;/span&gt; in the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/span&gt; is trying to change its image. hey ! we are not the perpetrators but victims of violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Delhi Bombings and  SUCH quick action: Were those terrorist encounters really true. When was the last time our security forces were in a postion to crack cases so quicly? Never ! Had we been so smart then why havent we been able to crack Lucknow, Jaipur, Ahemdabad, Bangalore cases. All these blasts were also a part of the chain that led to the delhi blasts.Had the job of the Home Minister not been in danger , would things have appeared the way they are now ? I have my doubts. Seems to me more like a last ditch effort by the minister to achieve his target and save his job !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-2268211163071246752?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2268211163071246752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=2268211163071246752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2268211163071246752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2268211163071246752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-become-cynic.html' title='Have I become a cynic'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-6866820188277299023</id><published>2008-09-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:58:51.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall of Capitalism</title><content type='html'>London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down.&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. &lt;br /&gt;How will we build it up, Build it up, Build it up,&lt;br /&gt;How will we build it up, My fair lady.  &lt;br /&gt;We must build it up again,Up again, Up again.&lt;br /&gt;We must build it up again,My fair lady.  &lt;br /&gt;Build it up with stone so strong, Stone so strong, Stone so strong.&lt;br /&gt;Build it up with stone so strong, My fair lady.&lt;br /&gt;Stone so strong will last so long,Last so long, Last so long.&lt;br /&gt;Stone so strong will last so long,My fair lady.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; bridge is falling down ! Finance sector which was always considered to be one of the most stable industries is in trouble. For the first time in the last 50 years people in financial sector are on the verge of loosing jobs. It is being said that the job of every 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; employee working in the finance sector is in danger. The situation is even more difficult for people working with multi national organisations.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully fall of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lehman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Merrill&lt;/span&gt; Lynch, restructuring of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt;  should be the last of the bad news and no more should follow. My only regret in this entire episode is " I wish they were some Indian banks who would have been in a position to takeover a few of these falling US Banks". But then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.&lt;br /&gt;If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.&lt;br /&gt;And if "ifs" and "ands"Were pots and pans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;There'd&lt;/span&gt; be no work for tinkers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-6866820188277299023?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6866820188277299023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=6866820188277299023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6866820188277299023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6866820188277299023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-of-capitalism.html' title='Fall of Capitalism'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-4974808555438840768</id><published>2008-08-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:14:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Rain Rain Go Away&lt;br /&gt;Come Again another day&lt;br /&gt;Little girl wants to play&lt;br /&gt;Rain Rain Go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a exceptionally rainy year. After ages I am seeing green every where- creeper's on every roof top and poles available, green and shining trees, algae in every exposed nook and corner. Woa its the raining season ! What I am missing though at this time is a rainy day ! I recall those good old days when I used to get up in the morning to go to school and it would be raining cats and dogs. Then my mom would declare- "aaj school band hai since its raining so much" and I would go back to sleep - happy and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rainy day! kids in the colony would make paper boats and float them. There would be hundreds and thousands of earthworms crawlling around in the garden.This year however, I am yet to see any earthworms in my garden. Makes me wonder have they gone extinct or what.Need to investigate and find out the reason behind there disapperance. I want those crawlly, creepy things back in my garden !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I am waiting for a rainy day at work with baited breath. one day I will wake up and mom will say ' aaj office band hai since its raining so much". what a dream ..Sigh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-4974808555438840768?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4974808555438840768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=4974808555438840768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4974808555438840768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4974808555438840768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-8230984929580360300</id><published>2008-08-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:25:39.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kashmir is burning again !</title><content type='html'>2 decades of uncomfortable peace and Kashmir is burning again. Once again the people in the valley are crying pro pakistann slogans. Makes me wonder if the heart and soul of kashmiri muslims, even after 62 years of independence,  is still with pakistan then why is India still holding onto them. Isnt it the story of the child who wants to go out and play and the mother knows that it is not good for the child but still lets the child play- after all someone up there ( God) knows the best. So why cant we let Kashmir and Kashmiri muslims go. What benifit does India derive out of these people- some land and so called strategic position and what do we loose- Millions and billions of grants that is being shelled out of the pocket of the Indian taxpayer, millions of soldiers who loose there life at the borders trying to protect us from enemies who are living within our own territories screaming slogans like - jeevey jeeyvey pakistan ! In return of all this we dont even get the constitutional right to call Kashmir our own ( The Indian constitution is applicable to whole of India other than the state of Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it time that a referrendum was taken- not just from the people of kashmir whether they want to be a part of India but also from the Indians too whether they want kashmir to continue being a part of India. After all it is the millions Indian mothers who loose there sons at the borders and the hardworking Indian whose money is being used to pay for those grants for the upliftment for Kashmir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-8230984929580360300?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8230984929580360300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=8230984929580360300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8230984929580360300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8230984929580360300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/kashmir-is-burning-again.html' title='Kashmir is burning again !'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-6386438135464684883</id><published>2008-08-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:37:26.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening I had a long long chat with a cousin based in  US. The reason for the chat was simple. This cousin had recommended an Indian guy based out in US for matrimonial purpose. I spoke/chatted with this guy but since he wanted to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; based out of US and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; , I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see a future for myself with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My cousin felt that I carried a regressive opinion  and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NRI&lt;/span&gt; and subsequently a green card holder is what i should aspire to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This long and almost heated discussion makes me wonder :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the TAG of being an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NRI&lt;/span&gt;, is so hot and happening. Why is it that being called a GLOBAL CITIZEN feels more respectable to some than being known as an Indian. Why do some people want to hide there identity as Indians and want themselves to be known as US or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt; citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shall we Indians start taking pride in being known as INDIAN CITIZEN, When shall we stop saying " Singapore/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hongkong&lt;/span&gt; /London" Rocks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt; is so " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Punju&lt;/span&gt;", When shall we start feeling pride in our education system, When shall we feel the pride that some of the worlds most sought after professionals happen to be Indians who took there basic education in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Indians grow up ? When shall we become indifferent to such cheap tactics to undermine our own worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so ironic to have this discussion just 4 days before Indians 61st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; day. It seems Indians are still mentally in shackles where everything that is white/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gora&lt;/span&gt; is good and everything that is dark/Indian is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-6386438135464684883?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6386438135464684883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=6386438135464684883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6386438135464684883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6386438135464684883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-evening-i-had-long-long-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-6575526358209711381</id><published>2008-08-11T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:40:27.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what to do, what not to do&lt;br /&gt;I am really so confused,&lt;br /&gt;I am really so confused&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what not to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is at a cross road again. 2 paths and I dont have a clue which one is the right one. Path one seems right from one perspective and path 2 from second perspective. Both the paths are right depending upon what i want from life.But do I know what I want from life ? I have asked myself this question a number of times in the last few years and every time my answer is PEACE &amp;amp; HAPPINESS. No.. I am not some Ms Universe contestant answering some fake question with equally fake answer- I am myself and am actually looking for PEACE and HAPPINESS for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone in this Universe help me. Give me all the right answers and above all give me the confidence that all the answers that s/he he is giving me is right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what not to do&lt;br /&gt;I am really so confused,&lt;br /&gt;I am really so confused&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what not to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-6575526358209711381?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6575526358209711381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=6575526358209711381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6575526358209711381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6575526358209711381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do-what-not-to-do-i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-599164736759342450</id><published>2008-08-11T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:53:49.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This writeup is a work of fiction. Any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; to anyone living or dead is purely co-incidental and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unintentional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; so we did finally meet ! And was it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;? It was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had always shared some interesting conversation on chat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suprising&lt;/span&gt; that i was looking forward to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shatabdi&lt;/span&gt; from L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ucknow&lt;/span&gt; to D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;elhi&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shatabdi&lt;/span&gt; reaches D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;elhi&lt;/span&gt; by midnight and if one gets lucky it reaches on time at 10:00 PM. And I got lucky that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at the station ! Interesting? Its going to get better .. A drive in his car for a few minutes towards my company guest house, I get invited to a party (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; by him) . A POOL PARTY in a FARMHOUSE at a FEW HOURS drive from D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;elhi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch !!! Run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ruchi&lt;/span&gt; Run. So i ran ( am still panting from the race)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which girl meets a guy for the first time at around midnight at an UNKNOWN  POOL PARTY in a FARMHOUSE at a FEW HOURS drive from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;delhi&lt;/span&gt;. Surely not me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what next. We have some ice cream and then I am dumped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;unceremoniously&lt;/span&gt; on the doorsteps of the guest house. Sigh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much excitement for nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;  What a Sham ! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-599164736759342450?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/599164736759342450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=599164736759342450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/599164736759342450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/599164736759342450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-writeup-is-work-of-fiction.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-3867831176796072814</id><published>2008-07-13T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:43:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we need a change to the constitution</title><content type='html'>Everytime I see a political situiation in India as today I wonder " do we need to change the constitution". Are these leaders who are laeding the country or are these sabziwaalas selling tehmselves off at the cost of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is what can a common citizen really do-Do we need to propose a change to the constitution . If yes ? Then who will do it? One cant really expect these " shitty" politicians to do the deed. In that case - why cant one of us " the so called educated, well aware, truthful, loyal citizens " participate in politics and try to change the system.&lt;br /&gt; The question arises does any individual carry so much power that we can do a " Jihad " against the Political system. Do we need to have a management programme run by IIM A to train our politicians- to teach them healthy politics and ways and means to earn while still remaining loyal to the country. Then why cant these Top B school graduates who are busy these days writing boring books participate in the countries politics and make the system better.&lt;br /&gt;Its a long list but the answer at the end of the day is as long as each one of us is not willing to participate these politicans will continue to rule the country and fill there coffers. And between them ( the politicans ) and us ( the common citizens)- we only care about our well being and 2 hoots abt the country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-3867831176796072814?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3867831176796072814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=3867831176796072814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3867831176796072814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3867831176796072814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-we-need-change-to-constitution.html' title='Do we need a change to the constitution'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-6570941468544240532</id><published>2008-07-13T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:32:21.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arushi Murder Case</title><content type='html'>Case solved.. The servants were the murders.. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CBI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sleuths&lt;/span&gt; did it ! The poor dad was forced behind the bars for 50 days for no fault of his. So easy and so expected.&lt;br /&gt;So why did it take so long to solve the case and why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; anyone talking of evidence as yet. Were the servants tortured and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; to such extent that they just gave in and started speaking in a language that the police wanted them to speak ? Has the case really been resolved or is it just too much media pressure which forced the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CBI&lt;/span&gt; to declare the case as resolved. Why was Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Talwar&lt;/span&gt; released when only a few days ago they were claiming that the narcotics drugs test for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tawar&lt;/span&gt; and his wife showed some startling facts. It seemed from the tests that both husband and wife was lying. Is the police only to blame for the debacle of the investigation that was done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; the media also to be blamed. These questions will remain and only solution can be found once the case gets presented in the court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-6570941468544240532?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6570941468544240532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=6570941468544240532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6570941468544240532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6570941468544240532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/arushi-murder-case.html' title='Arushi Murder Case'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-3924794765672226218</id><published>2008-07-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:03:04.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kashmir- The trip that was !!!</title><content type='html'>Time and again I have realised that blogging for me is a way to vent out my frustuation/ boredom. And this time I am irritated and bored.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in office working on some idiotic business deal, I am dreaming about the Kashmir trip. A trip that was and then got cancelled. Yes... It was a trip planned to the last detail ( Places to visit,hotel, taxis, fooding) and then put down the drain. Just because of the unrest in Kashmir. So much of excitement just for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;A long awaited trip .. Everyone in the group was waiting for it. What is even more saddening is that this trip would have been the last trip for our group since everyone is getting married and having babies, I dont forsee another trip with my friends in the next 2 years !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-3924794765672226218?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3924794765672226218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=3924794765672226218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3924794765672226218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3924794765672226218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/07/kashmir-trip-that-was.html' title='Kashmir- The trip that was !!!'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-7099598964987037939</id><published>2008-05-18T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T04:13:41.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usenet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aahh its a sunday afternoon and as usual I am bored. Nothing much to do other than surf through a few boring sites. Today reminds me of days that were about 2 years ago. I had just started posting on the usenet . Initially I started posting on rediff and some online newspapers like economictimes and times of india but there wasnt much activity there and I was kinda bored. Then I came across this google site and woa .. usenet got into my blood. :). I would get up in the middle of the night to reply to some post , wake up a little early in the morning just to check the posts. My favourite site are the ones related to India and Pakistan.Each of the poster on usenet had a typical online personality like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeker: All of us carried the impression that Seeker was very old and was senile :)..He was total Paki loyal and would come up of the most unheard of arguments. Me &amp;amp; Jerkovski had some good fun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naureen: the permanent 16 year old teenager on the net till I shared with her some facts that made it clear that she cant be 16. After that she became scarce on the usenet. Her explaination- she was preparing for MBA !!!. Naureen claimed to be a Pathan and a die hard Islam loyalist. Although she was one of the rare posters on the usenet who would accept mistakes but it had more to do with being a woman than a Muzzie. Besides myself she was the only other female poster on the usenet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nusrat: claimed to be from lucknow. Was a muzzie but hated the muzzie culture. He and Naureen knew each other well. I think he was what you call " the neutral man." Also he was the only man on the usenet who NEVER used dirty language but still managed to put across his point in a very calm and poised fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koolfire: An indian ( a surd I presume) used horribly funny and abusive language but in the end the mixture of the confused words brought out some great logic. This man had a writing style that many on the usenet try to copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerkovski: A man with great argumentative and logical skills. I had the maximum fun posting with this poster. We would send a post and then discuss it, pat each others back. LOL. I think half of the fun on posting came from these discussions :). It was good fun until he became geatly inspired by Koolfires and Thoku's. Then his language became extremely abusive :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myself: Guess Who? Not too great writing style but did come up with good logic when the mood sets in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement of posting was just maddening but then gradually over a period of time most posters stared believing that whosoever uses the most abusive and dirty language wins the argument in the end.Sad but then posting on usenet became next to impossible so here I am discussing this rather than busy posting::)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-7099598964987037939?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7099598964987037939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=7099598964987037939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7099598964987037939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7099598964987037939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/usenet.html' title='Usenet'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-2441848025836555805</id><published>2008-05-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:01:39.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacations</title><content type='html'>The advent of the month of May makes me nostalgic and reminds me of summer vacations and naani ka ghar. I have never been able to convince myself why we dont have summer vacations at work :P.&lt;br /&gt;Much of my summer vacations were spent in Satna, a small town in Madhya Pradhesh very close to Maihar Devi. Although this town was very small but it had a charm about it. My nanaji was an engineer employed with the PWD of the railways. I never delved on this but it seemed he was holding a very important position. The house that the railways had given him was just out of the dreams. Built on 20000 sq ft of land, it was build during the British era. The house had a verandah all aound it and a huge huge aangan, innumerable rooms , a swimming pool !!, a bath tub in every bathroom ( ofcourse the bath tubs had no running water and had to be filled in manually), a tree of every variety you name it- mango, jamun, imli, guava, falsa, even a litchi tree !!- there were other trees as well but as a kid I was only interested in the fruity ones.It had a huge garden with chairs and tables arranged around it. All vegetables were grown in the kitchen garden only. It even had a huge swing.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I landed up at my nanaji's place, I would ensure that all the kids in the surrounding area were aware that they needed to keep me happy to have access of the swing. The deal was pretty straight after each kids turn on the swing it was my turn and the other kids were supposed to push the swing for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Lot of times I have thought of going to Satna again to check on the house. Was it really so big and so green or is it just childs dream. Whichever way be it I would love to live this dream again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-2441848025836555805?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2441848025836555805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=2441848025836555805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2441848025836555805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/2441848025836555805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/advent-of-month-of-may-makes-me.html' title='Summer Vacations'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-756661442659950571</id><published>2008-05-10T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:10:23.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Varanasi</title><content type='html'>Although I didnt expect Rani Mukherjee to pop out on the roads singing " hum to aise hai bhaiya" and things getting as bad as they were in the movie, the trip to Varansi was a SHOCK !. Broken ( almost non existent ) roads, shabby traffic, wild people ready to pounce at you at the sight of money, lost culture is my impression of Varansi.&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I had to visit Varansi for official purposes. Travel freak that I am, I was excited about visiting the"kashi vishwanath" temple. So I quickly got my train bookings done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching Varanasi , what I saw was a shock ! Roads outside the station were non absent, traffic was wild and the place was just so crowded. Ofcourse once we reached the hotel, the ambience and the food was just GREAT. Next day my client drove me down to see the BHU campus. Woa !!! what a mind blowing campus. Its amazing to see such a huge campus planned out years ago in the pre independence era. Ofcourse we havent done much for the campus post independence other than to use the facilities. The campus looked old and shabby.&lt;br /&gt;The next visit on the cards for the Vishwanath temple. Once back from the meeting, I told a colleague of my intentions to skip lunch and quickly o and visit the temple. My colleague inquired " with whom was I going" and I told him " alone". What followed was a dramatic scene with my colleague insisting that I shouldnt go alone and in the end I found it easier to just give in ( Thank God that I did) than to argue. So one of collegaues subordinates accompanied me to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;The temple was inside a maze of lanes and the pandits were ready to pounce every penny out of the tourists. When I tried to pull out a note which was tangled in a bunch of notes from my purse, the pandit present in the temple quickly grabbed the whole bunch out of my hands. I was left looking at him open mouthed. Thankfully the guy who was with me quickly reacted and pulled out all the notes from the pandits hands.  Post this incidence I quickly finished my darshan and came back to the office. Uff what a visit !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-756661442659950571?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/756661442659950571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=756661442659950571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/756661442659950571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/756661442659950571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-varanasi.html' title='Trip to Varanasi'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-7906209052880198664</id><published>2008-05-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:37:44.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joker in the Pack</title><content type='html'>An excellent entertainer. Once I started i just couldnt stop till I had read the last page. I could identify with most of the emotions present in the book. The book is well written, the humour seems so real, nothing overdone in it. The reference to relatives as " extras" somehow seemed very hillarious. I think a MUST READ !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-7906209052880198664?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7906209052880198664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=7906209052880198664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7906209052880198664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7906209052880198664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/joker-in-pack.html' title='Joker in the Pack'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-3291301610662654191</id><published>2008-05-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:12:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;My opinion just got featured in HT. I feel like a celebrity :) Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohini Sharma wanted to go on a family holiday over the Easter weekend to Lansdowne, a hill station in Uttarakhand. The family was all set to go with accommodation tentatively booked at the Retreat Anand at this charming, colonial hill station, when the plan was changed to stay instead at the Bird House in Dehradun. Why? Because reviews and images posted on the Internet by other travellers did not paint a pretty picture of Lansdowne.&lt;br /&gt;Instances like these are becoming more a norm than an exception as travel planning enters the Web 2.0 era. The Internet is full of reviews and opinions posted by travellers, and many people are using these as a key reference source when planning any trips. Such User Generated Content (UGC) is being seen as mostly credible and trustworthy, with the ‘authoritative’ voice of a professional writer no longer the last word when it comes to deciding one’s holiday.&lt;br /&gt;“When planning a trip, I always check on the reviews and satisfaction levels of other customers. And then I also blog about my experiences so others can plan their trips. This is the future of travel,” says Rajat Nagpal, travel consultant and founder of TravelVidya.com. The result has been the phenomenal success of global sites like TripAdvisor.com and WAYN.com. UGC has seen them emerge among the most visited sites on the planet. In India too, significant investments are being made in sites like HolidayIQ.com, OkTataByeBye.com and Raahi.com. The last two have been promoted by MakeMyTrip.com and Yatra.com, both online travel service providers.&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose the site that is right for you? “UGC has a cultural context to it. For example, Indians tend to travel in groups of four and above and they are seeking very different experiences compared with, westerners. You may thus want to visit sites where your unique needs are addressed,” says Hari Nair, Founder and CEO of HolidayIQ.com.&lt;br /&gt;As reviews by fellow travellers become more ubiquitous, covering the remotest of locations and obscure properties, it is not always a simple exercise to use such content. How do you grapple with issues of data overload, credibility, half-baked postings and quality? Here are some tips to get reliable advice from the Web.&lt;br /&gt;Do not rely on only one source. Look for multiple perspectives, use your commonsense and follow your intuition. If there is one bad review about a hotel, take it with a grain of salt; if there are many within a short period of time, it is best to seek another.&lt;br /&gt;Start bookmarking sites and writers whose words you find trusted and credible. Sometimes, lesser known websites and personal blogs may be better than the bigger brand names. Be sceptical; this will help you spot posts written in sheer anger or out of a sense of revenge, as well as those ‘goody-goody’ ones posted probably by those with a vested business interest.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for pictures. These convey a lot because many reviewers do not have the gift of expressing themselves lucidly through the written word, even with the best of intentions. In fact, after reading mixed reviews, it was the images posted on the Internet that finally convinced Sharma not to go to Lansdowne.&lt;br /&gt;It may also be a good idea to check out the “blogosphere” for traveller experiences. These are often written with a greater effort than if one were writing for a third party UGC site; after all, the credibility of the reviewer is at stake on a personal blog. Of course, there is no guarantee that these reviews are the final word; the opposite can also be true, as Ruchi Tandon, a manager at ICICI Bank, discovered.&lt;br /&gt; “I have tried referring to sites like oktatabyebye.com, but the reviews can be misleading or biased sometimes. For instance, one review strongly dissuaded me from visiting the small seaside town of Guhaghar, for reasons including bad food at the resort the reviewer stayed at. But I still visited the town, and found it to be very nice with good clean beaches,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;“I get a good sense of a place by reading reviews from people who have been there; I have found such content to be useful guiding points to what to look for,” says Shashaank Awasthi, an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the reviews cannot be very descriptive, they are very useful for getting tips and basic information on weather conditions, the right clothes to wear, local culture and social behaviour, modes of travel, costs, security issues and other small points always invaluable to a traveller, suggests Tandon. Who does not want a little publicity? But when public relations professionals cannot exercise at least a certain degree of control and restraint on what gets written about their companies, like in the case of UGC, then it can be a challenge in itself. With everyone having unrestricted freedom to write what they like, how do you keep the bad news away? “It’s worse when there are half baked reviews on halfbaked sites,” says Nair. While blocking views may not be possible in a free world, this also means an opportunity for the travel trade in many ways. A negative post can be read as an early warning sign, and those who care for their customers can take corrective measures in time. If a bad review is without justification, or a result of a misunderstanding, companies can join in the conversations on forums where the travel notes are posted to present their view before such opinion can become common belief. This also means a closer bonding with customers, leading to increased loyalty and sales.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when feedback is positive, then companies can actually show them off. And even when these are on not-so-known blogs or websites, the power of the Internet kicks in. All such content is indexed by search engines like Google and Yahoo, and thus made accessible to prospective customers seeking such information.&lt;br /&gt;For smaller businesses, engaging with customers online can offer benefits that traditional communication may not offer. This could be in the form of setting up groups on social sites like Facebook, publishing blogs, responding to posts on other blogs and websites and even writing on third party Web properties. “Smaller hotels are beginning to realise the value of such reviews,” says Nair.&lt;br /&gt;All this means travel related businesses need to keep a track of themselves on the Internet. Surprisingly, few have fathomed the power of UGC. “We are trying to build trust with the travel trade too, and telling them we have no axe to grind when we allow user content to go up on our site. We invite them to react to reviews, but they have yet to start doing so,” adds Nair.&lt;br /&gt;(The author is an independent writer and blogs on technology at &lt;a href="http://www.techgazing.com/"&gt;www.TechGazing.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=aef26c62-a991-47b8-a50d-3fa5c2ba27c2&amp;amp;MatchID1=17&amp;amp;TeamID1=4&amp;amp;TeamID2=1&amp;amp;MatchType1=5&amp;amp;SeriesID1=1&amp;amp;PrimaryID=17&amp;amp;Headline=Get+set+for+Web-inspired+holidays"&gt;http://www.hindustantimes.com/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=aef26c62-a991-47b8-a50d-3fa5c2ba27c2&amp;amp;MatchID1=17&amp;amp;TeamID1=4&amp;amp;TeamID2=1&amp;amp;MatchType1=5&amp;amp;SeriesID1=1&amp;amp;PrimaryID=17&amp;amp;Headline=Get+set+for+Web-inspired+holidays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-3291301610662654191?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3291301610662654191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=3291301610662654191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3291301610662654191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3291301610662654191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-my-opinion-just-got-featured-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-1494092346653411398</id><published>2008-04-27T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:23:41.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooohh Aaahhh Ouch</title><content type='html'>2 months ago I met a friend who is a regular visitor to the gym. He was full up of stories about his gym mate and the Whos who of the town who frequent the gym. Being a gossip monger myself I felt at a disadvatange that I did not have access to the juicy information that my friend had access of.So this week I finally did it .. I joined the gym !!!The first 10 minutes on the treadmill at a speed of 5km / hr had my toungue hanging out and I was panting like I had just run the marathon.. My trainer introduced me to a few excercises and I could hear my bones creaking and objecting to the brutual treatment that I was subjecting them to.. All the aunties present in the gym at that time ( there were quite a few of them.. It seems like kitty parties have become untrendy and gym is the 'In' thing for aunties as well) were looking at me and I am sure that the state of my physical fitness and my docs bills for pain killers would be the talk of the town.. Grr so much for joining the gym to remain updated on gossips...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-1494092346653411398?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1494092346653411398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=1494092346653411398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/1494092346653411398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/1494092346653411398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooohh-aaahhh-ouch.html' title='Ooohh Aaahhh Ouch'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-6237937381228075958</id><published>2008-04-26T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:24:51.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing definition of Friendhship</title><content type='html'>About 2 years ago, Orkut and all other social networking sites came in to my life. A few days of surfing on the sites and I had some 30 freinds on my network. I felt elated and a certain pride at having touch based with so many friends  so quickly. But after a little more surfing on these friendship sites I found that an average id on orkut has about 100+ friends on the list, some even had 300+ friends :0.&lt;br /&gt;My reaction - Do people really have so many friends or am i really an unsocial animal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a  brief introspection I conclude the following:&lt;br /&gt; As a kid, a friend was aperson with whom I played with, shared my tiffin box with and got caught together doing mischief with. We fought and then we made up. We stood up for each other in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a grown up- a friend is a person who is not my enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-6237937381228075958?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6237937381228075958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=6237937381228075958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6237937381228075958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/6237937381228075958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/changing-definition-of-friendhship.html' title='Changing definition of Friendhship'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-4126413075793047512</id><published>2008-04-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:05:41.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funda of Mixology</title><content type='html'>I purchased this book with the expectation that I would be reading Chetan BHagat-II.. But alas seems like 2 yrs at IIMs does not equip everyone to write a book.&lt;br /&gt;The book had a good message to pass on specially for people like us who spend the major time of our youth in service of our companies ignoring to a large extent our personal lifes, our families and our dreams. As kids almost everyone aspired to do something that would make a difference to the society. However, as we grow up we end up doing things which only make difference to our bank balances.&lt;br /&gt;But the writing style of the book is kiddish. Specially the part where the author dies and sees his life as it could have been on the console gave me a feeling as if I was reading Champak :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-4126413075793047512?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4126413075793047512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=4126413075793047512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4126413075793047512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4126413075793047512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/funda-of-mixology.html' title='The funda of Mixology'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-4266897382689787159</id><published>2008-04-13T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:37:17.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Relationship between a man and a woman is something that never stops intriguing me. I think maybe I can right a whole book on it . I have a cousin who is a divorcee now but continues to keep the karwa chauth and the teej fasts for her ex- husband. Not only does she keep the fasts she will dress up like a new bride and keep nir jal fasts. I need to mention here is that the divorce was initiated from her end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my friend on being asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Have you ever  been into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;He -With look of  pride- "I have been into a few".&lt;br /&gt;Me-  Few ? aah ok. Were you unlucky in love&lt;br /&gt;He- Umm no .. they were good while they lasted&lt;br /&gt;Me- ok. BTW how many were this " few"&lt;br /&gt;He- About Six&lt;br /&gt;Me - SIX !!! So who ditched whom?&lt;br /&gt;He- Well it was a tie. 3 times each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder is it mentally possible for a human being to be in a relationship six times. Or was it just crush and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my friend was into a live in relationship for about 3 years. Eventually they got married. I had the grand opportunity of meeting them just a week after there mariage and be a spectator to there bickering. Uff, made me wonder WHY the hell did they bother getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine got married to her boyfriend of 7 years. A long pending wish just got fulfilled. On returning from her honeymoon i asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME- Hey ! How are things with you guys?&lt;br /&gt;SHE- ok.&lt;br /&gt;ME- How was the honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;SHE- Boring&lt;br /&gt;ME- Boring ? I hope everything is alright?&lt;br /&gt;SHE- Yeah.. But life is generally boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm ok. Thank God !!! I am single and life isnt boring for me.. Atleast not as yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-4266897382689787159?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4266897382689787159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=4266897382689787159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4266897382689787159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4266897382689787159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-8434098250169838625</id><published>2008-04-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:59:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Devian</title><content type='html'>Ab, Cd and myself were the best friends during our school days. We would share our lunches, study together , get into mischief together. Even after leaving school we decided to join the same college so that we can remain together. I used to think of the 3 of us as " teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devian&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;But the entry of a man into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; broke our childhood friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab and CD were frequent visitors to my place. Mr. AD used to live right across the street from my home. He was about 10 years our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Senior&lt;/span&gt;. At 17 in my eyes he was an " uncle'. Although AD thought differently. He started following CD and behaved in the typical road romeo style. CD who was 17 and ready to meet her first boy friend was elated at meeting AD. I was skeptical of there relationship. For me it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waste&lt;/span&gt; of time and above all I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; trust AD at all. My constant disapproval of the relationship , although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; breakup my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; with CD, but the warmth between us was less and the sharing even lesser. Ab became the sole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confidant&lt;/span&gt; of the relationship between CD and AD.&lt;br /&gt;Months passed. The relationship between CD and AD had set into a pattern. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; after college CD will go over to AD friends home where they would meet. Throughout the week, AD would pull out his bike at 3:00pm sharp and go over to C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; place. Honk his horn in front of her house . CD would come out , smile and wave if possible. There was romance for them in sound of the bike's horn.&lt;br /&gt;One fine day during our lunch break we were discussing about the usual ( AD and CD ) when suddenly Ab told me about this routine of bike's horn. CD had never told me of this routine till that point but it seemed that she had never told Ab also of this routine :). On inquiry we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; that AD would pick his bike and go over to Ab&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; place, honk his horn, Ab would come out smile and wave and then AD will go over to C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; place. Ab was aware of this but CD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;. CD took this matter seriously to heart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; AD was her officially declared boyfriend and Ab was infringing upon her territory. What followed was a typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; movie drama. None of them tried to understand that AD was playing with both of them. CD blamed Ab of trying to woo her boyfriend. My intervention , in trying to clarify the issue, only led to being told to keep out of it. The entire college which used to speak of our friendship now was aware of the breakup.&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than 12 years since this episode. Since that day CD and AB never spoke to each other. A year later AD got married. CD too is now happily married with kids. My attempts at bandaging our friendship were lost. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; I am still in touch with Ab and CD , the warmth of the friendship has gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-8434098250169838625?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8434098250169838625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=8434098250169838625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8434098250169838625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/8434098250169838625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/teen-devian.html' title='Teen Devian'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-7378204754051000434</id><published>2008-04-03T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:25:41.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOA TRIP -DAY 3- August 15, 2006</title><content type='html'>The Independence day morning arrived with rain. I had'nt slept well the entire night and woke up with swollen eyes . I havent seen such huge bags on my face till then.   We decided to rent a car. DC suggested we visit the  of Palolem beach. It was about 2 hours drive from    ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to Palolem was sooo beautiful. Winding , green roads, the beach itself was so aw inspiring. Rocky , green and clean water. Well clean in comparison to the calungute. The water at calungute was disgusting. Much to the satisfaction of DC, the beach was also full of foreign tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ tried her hands on surfing. She learnt it from a kid !!!. Me and DC wanted to eat Chicken curry and we ordered some. The food was yuck, yuck, puke, puke. Even the dogs were not willing to have the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some rock climbing. Clicked some marvelous photos. PJ hit a coconut with her hand . Both the coconut and her hand got injured .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most beautiful things about Palolem was the beach huts right next to the sea. Next time I go to goa , I will try to staying in one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Day 3 was relaxing and non adventurous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-7378204754051000434?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7378204754051000434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=7378204754051000434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7378204754051000434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/7378204754051000434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/goa-trip-day-3-august-15-2006.html' title='GOA TRIP -DAY 3- August 15, 2006'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-3383798090204108486</id><published>2008-04-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:24:48.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOA TRIP- DAY 2- August 14th , 2006</title><content type='html'>Morning of the Day 2 arrived with the rains. When it rains in Goa it just rains.. It drizzles, lashes but doesnt stop. There is no respite. But we being the brave ones, decided to brave the rains and go to Calangute beach just about 40 kms one side from the place where we were staying.  After a nice and sumptuous breakfast we got on to our bikes. I was on the bike with KST and PJ with DC.  We had kept all our purses and bags in the scooter. It was just drizzling and the weather was great. The route from   to calangute beach had high hills and green farms. All of it just seemed to be out of the world. Suddenly it started raining hard. All of us except KST was carrying a raincoat. we stopped at a point and wore our raincoats. KST decided to take off his shirt and drive in his vest. He handed me his shirt to protect it from the rain. His head was covered in a bandana. To say that both of us together looked like drug addicts moving on a bike wouldnt have been wrong. Our opinion was shared by the Goa Police as well. At the next junction we were stopped and asked to show the papers of the bike. KSTs driving license was seized. We were carrying no cash with us. DC and PJ were now where to be seen. The cell phones had no network. I was standing out on the road waiting for DC and PJ while KST was trying to bargain with the Police. The traffic policeman was giving gyan to KST- this is not North India where everything and everyone can be bought and sold. This is GOA , we maintain high integrity.  His high integrity was just worth Rs. 500/-. We were free at last !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we began our journey to Calangute beach. We reached there after driving for about 2 hours on bike. PRJ who was also our batchmate was also in Goa and staying in a hotel close to Calangute beach. The beach itself was dirty and over crowded. Also because of the rains it was very wild that day and it was closed to public. We had lunch with PRJ and decided to visit the castle. The castle was not so great but the view of the sea from the tip of the castle was great. PRJ and his wife also accompanied us. From there we went to some other beach. Goa is full of famous beaches and it is not easy to remember all the names.  Around 5, it was time to head back to our abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our return journey, KST all the time kept on cajoling me to go back by bus and he would come back on the bike. Now I was finding this idea definitely strange. When I wasnt getting convinced, he decided to confide in me. RT I have night blindness !!!.. Yipppeee after nearly ending up in the jail , I now realize that my driver has night blindness. Anyway I decide to continue on  the bike. Brave of me , I know. But some things just have to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to our rooms exhausted at around 8:00 pm. Everything hurt from the pain of sitting straight on a bike and travelling some 120 kms in a day. We ate some food and then  SLEEP !!!&lt;br /&gt;A tiring Day 2 was  over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-3383798090204108486?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3383798090204108486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=3383798090204108486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3383798090204108486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/3383798090204108486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/goa-trip-day-2-august-14th-2006.html' title='GOA TRIP- DAY 2- August 14th , 2006'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-5545014353312077948</id><published>2008-04-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:23:51.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOA TRIP -DAY 1- August 13th, 2006</title><content type='html'>Finally the “d” day arrived. On the 12th of August 2006, Me and DC boarded the shatabdi from lucknow to delhi. DC was continuously on the phone- informing someone about his trip. We all thought that the other person was his girlfriend. KST picked us up from the new delhi station. Our flight was the next morning at 10:00 . Excitedly we boarded the flights and landed at the Goa Airport. PJ was coming by train and we had to pick her up from the  station. We hired a taxi, picked PJ from the station and headed towards the state bank of India guesthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we reached the guesthouse we were told that although we did have bookings there but a senior officer from State Bank Of India was arriving and hence we will have to accommodate in one room for a day or 2.  It appeared like we didnt have much option. It being the Independence day weekend , all the hotels were either full or they were charging exorbitantly high rentals. I was feeling very let down. I even tried that Sita strategy “ hey Bhagwan- before I let my friends down and spoil there holiday, yeh dharti fat jaaye aur main usme samaa jaoo” but Alas !!! nothing happened. And I was  left all alone waiting for my friends ire. DC who was working on the logistics part came up with an option- a well maintained 2 BR room set in the house of some localites. So we decided to go over there and check the accomodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house was located close to the “Benaulim” beach . It had a tiled slanting roof,  backyard full of palm trees. The rooms were well maintained, clean. We even had a kitchen to ourselves. All of this – just for a thousand buck per day. We felt so rich !!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 4 in the evening. The first day of our trip was almost over. Quickly we all changed and were ready to go on the beach. DC and KST went out and hired a scooter and a bike. Once we reached the beach, KST decided that he was John Abrahm and needed to take his bike next to the water. Needless to say that he was unsuccessful. His bike got struck in sand and all four of us had to  push and heave it out of the sand. This done we decided to test the waters. KST, PJ and DC jumped into the water. This being my first trip to sea - I was well kinda scared of wild sea water. KST, PJ and DC were enjoying themselves and I was enjoying myself seeing them . LOL. Suddenly one of them pulled me into water. And I was in deep deep sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to relax, we saw a a whole group of local goanise waving . Initially we thought that these local village people think of us as celebrities and hence they are waving but then then we realized that they are asking us to come out of the sea. There was a senior person who was leading this group.Just to please uncle  we came out of the sea. Uncle gave us a good piece peace of mind. He asked us to look back at the sea. The waves were as high as K2 ...  And then he asked us to look at the beach- No human being was found close to the beach or in the sea. It was high tide !!! And we were playing with dark waters. To say that the entire episode of being reprimanded by a stranger infront of some 30 odd people was embarrassing would be an understatement. But thanks to Uncle for saving our lives and giving us a good lesson on how to behave on the coastal fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to go back to our rooms , change and then go in search of food. The landlady “ Maria” told us of a nice small restaurant on the beach itself where live guitar music was played by “ Voice of Goa”... It seems like Vijaya Mallaya of the King Fisher group holds a competition every year in Goa and identifies one singer as the “ Voice of Goa” for the year.  I cant recall the singers name now but he played guitar really well and sang hindi songs with an english accent. The food was decent , the music and company  was great. After the dinner we all went out for a walk on the beach. Returned back to our rooms tired and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-5545014353312077948?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5545014353312077948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=5545014353312077948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/5545014353312077948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/5545014353312077948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/goa-trip-day-1-august-13th-2006.html' title='GOA TRIP -DAY 1- August 13th, 2006'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868961570008759106.post-4456112321990940250</id><published>2008-04-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:19:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goa Trip- Planning</title><content type='html'>It was one of those hectic afternoon where everyone in the office was going about finishing there work and me in lucknow &amp;amp; PJ in Pune  were busy chatting with each other. We both were suffering from “ broken heart syndrome”, a disease that can be only cured by chatting about our respective lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, PJ came up with an idea, “Lets go on a vacation together. It will be a nice change “.  I agreed it was a great idea and so the planning began. The location identified for our sojourn was Goa. All we needed was to identify 2-3 more people to go along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first persons whose name came to our mind was “ DC”. DC has a great sense of humour and a permanent positive attitude towards life, was unanimously nominated  by me &amp;amp; PJ for the trip. Now we needed a second guy to accompany DC and share the room rentals too.. This was a tough choice.. PJ suggested “KST” and I suggested – well no one :).. But I had my reservations on KST ( which were to change very soon)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Me &amp;amp; KST were just acquaintances and I wasn't too sure how comfortable I will be with him on the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; b) I still remember that during my training days when one of my neighbors asked- RT How do you know KST. You know “ KST is a very intelligent guy and he scored exceptionally high percentage in his school days. Now I have always been a firm believer that if its me scoring those exceptionally high scores then its because I am intelligent as well as diligent but if it is anyone else then the person has to be a “ BOOK WORM” .. And I dont gel well with bookworms !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested to PJ maybe we should make it an all girls trip. PJ objected – RT we need men on the trip to carry our luggage ! I bowed to PJs knowledge of men and  the decision was taken- Me, PJ, DC &amp;amp; KST were going to Goa !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was to inform  DC and PJ to KST about there nomination for the trip. As expected both the guys were grateful and deliriously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was amazing was that KST was the most enthusiastic about the trip. He quickly booked our air tickets from New Delhi to Goa. I made some jugaad for room bookings which didnt work out in the end :(. My concurrent auditor arranged for rooms in State Bank of India guest house. PJ prepared a list of things that we needed to carry with us for the trip- a raincoat, ( to wear on the beach in Goa ? yeah to avail the off season discount  we were going there in the rainy season), loads of shorts and t-shirts, and a iistri ( iron) to dry our clothes with. The istri part is a joke for the group till date. DC was surfing the net and trying to find out the best beaches and places to visit in Goa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868961570008759106-4456112321990940250?l=hueoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4456112321990940250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868961570008759106&amp;postID=4456112321990940250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4456112321990940250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868961570008759106/posts/default/4456112321990940250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hueoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/goa-trip-planning.html' title='Goa Trip- Planning'/><author><name>Ruchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07498172011961265827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6lUpiIQWV4/SLQgTrVUHcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yueMpvp_6lg/S220/100_0909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
