<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2026 11:53:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Personal</category><category>Music</category><category>Family</category><category>Movies</category><category>France</category><category>Paris</category><category>India</category><category>Science</category><category>Wardha</category><category>Song</category><category>Danagram</category><category>Rains</category><category>Auroville</category><category>Friends</category><category>History</category><category>Meaningful</category><category>Travel</category><category>World</category><category>Languages</category><category>Politics</category><category>Recording</category><category>Self-Development</category><category>Bangalore</category><category>Books</category><category>Chetana-Vikas</category><category>Scientists</category><category>Women&#39;s Empowerment</category><category>Writing</category><category>Art</category><category>Future</category><category>IISc</category><category>Marathi</category><category>Pondicherry</category><category>Religion</category><category>Rural Development</category><title>All I Do Is Dream...</title><description></description><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (A)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-5778479298577721150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 10:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-01-31T16:28:20.681+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meaningful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>An Ode to Ozymandias</title><atom:summary type="text">One reason why I abhorred poetry was how open to interpretation it is. The more you submerge in it, the more you realise its multifacetedness. 
No wonder then that poetry is considered closer to other forms of &#39;fine&#39;
 arts. Regardless, this greyness is the very reason I 
hated it. Parsimony and simplicity has always been my strong suite. And so, I never understood the fuss around poetry. I have </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2023/01/an-ode-to-ozymandias.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-2050564107460738999</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2023 11:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-01-02T17:20:57.241+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Languages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meaningful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World</category><title>Happy New Year!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s something to start the year.If you are a word-nerd like me, who could have very well gone into studying languages rather than sciences* (only for my love for the genesis of words), here are some sites that are ultra-useful:relatedwords.orgonelook.com/thesauruspowerthesaurus.orgthesaurus.com&amp;nbsp;etymonline.com*I am terrible at speaking new languages, but reading and listening comprehension</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2023/01/happy-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-6611378499743869177</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2022 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-11-02T18:51:31.517+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>On My Knees</title><atom:summary type="text">Nothingness. Absence. Vacuum. Can lack of something have a shape and a form?&amp;nbsp;The tears in my eyes are a manifestation of that nothingness.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2022/11/on-my-knees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-3361913987369325727</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-29T19:02:33.629+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>You Killed My Grandma</title><atom:summary type="text">I hold responsible the Government for my grandma&#39;s untimely demise. This was not the time for her to pass on. You killed her (and millions of others) with your sheer laziness, incompetence, waves of denial, your unscientific-ness and unpreparedness, but worst of all, your arrogance. It&#39;s my loss, but it&#39;s the nation&#39;s loss too. That&#39;s how great she was.Do you have a problem in me holding you </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2022/10/you-killed-my-grandma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-6968003342422425659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2022 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-27T17:20:24.687+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>I Want To Touch You</title><atom:summary type="text">I open my bag, fetch out the notebook I need, flip through its pages. A stray folded page flies out. It is from 2017 when I was neck deep in something.&amp;nbsp;Notes, especially on stray sheets, are vehicles of nostalgia, flying you to that specific place and time. Or about so. Nostalgia or memory is like riding the Floo network, sometimes precise, sometimes very, very imprecise. Anyway.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2022/10/i-want-to-touch-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-6799809210649529690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2022 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-08-19T09:55:30.252+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bangalore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>No Freedom Without No</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the most important part of growing up has been to realise that you can say &#39;no&#39; to people. And to realise that it&#39;s up to them how they process it, and that you are not responsible for their reactions. </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2022/08/no-freedom-without-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-3715873237818316450</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2021 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-09-28T16:02:56.690+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Expiring Is Inspiring</title><atom:summary type="text">The reminder that everything has an expiry date has been on the mind for some time now. The languidly floating thought is that you don&#39;t even have to die for things to end. Everything is ending every day. Relationships, friendships, jobs, possessions, even people...every little thing seems transient. What will you hold and how much will you hold and for how long and to what end? You realise you </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2021/09/expiring-is-inspiring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-4040076009165497983</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-30T11:32:11.215+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meaningful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self-Development</category><title>Let It Go, and It May Come Back to You</title><atom:summary type="text">My problem for the last decade or so has been the shrinking nature of time, or at least my perception of it. After pretty much flailing my arms in every direction to find a cure while simultaneously also battling with a non-stop dis-concerting feeling of running to catch up with what was passing me by (which of course makes it pass that much faster and worsens the problem), I have stumbled, quite</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2021/03/let-it-go-and-it-may-come-back-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-8665873496218195554</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2020 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-09-24T19:40:37.371+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self-Development</category><title>But Some Doubts Can Take The Best From You</title><atom:summary type="text">The epilogue to the last post:Not all doubts need to be explored. Some truths are not yours to unearth. Not all journeys are worth embarking on. Some things pre-date you and maybe there&#39;s no way of knowing what happened. Sometimes, the truth can be like an onion. Utterly confusing, and the more it is peeled, the less whole it becomes. A hidden truth, especially if personal, has often made me feel</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2020/09/but-some-doubts-can-take-best-from-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-5082104031417407454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2020 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-09-14T20:58:04.846+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self-Development</category><title>My Best is Reserved for My Doubts</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes when the
effort to achieve a goal starts appearing bigger than the goal itself, I start questioning
myself. Doesn’t happen often, but it is happening right now. We are
currently in the process of saving 200 trees in my hometown, and the amount of collective
time and energy we are giving for this goal seems…well…a lot, as compared to
the benefit those 200 trees will bring. 

This has </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2020/09/my-best-is-reserved-for-my-doubts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-4780194441625591703</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-06-04T11:23:15.858+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wardha</category><title>Happy Monsoon!!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am realising after long what a joy it is to work for yourself. Wind buzzing through your  hair blades, silencing the noise around you to take you to your deepest thoughts. The healing touch of the green of the leaves and the black of the clouds. Your imagination gliding to hitherto unattainable places. And your mind free of all those shackles that made you look at your career as some sort of </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2020/06/happy-monsoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-2025065524159993657</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2020 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-05-21T21:44:28.000+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rains</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wardha</category><title>Anew</title><atom:summary type="text">
Six long years of absence from this space. I don&#39;t know what happened. It needed to stop. Nothing especially monumental. Just the usual screw-ups. And abruptness and randomness galore. 

I have been thinking of blogging for some time now, but was dilly-dallying. I was done with dinner today and blogging was one of the last things on my mind. I was planning to turn in early. Had darkened my room </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2020/05/anew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-4104736115284092178</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2014 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-01T10:42:45.527+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Time, Please!</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am at home for an extended period after a long time. It&#39;s a great feeling, but also a feeling full of surprises.

Even something as definitive as a family starts to blur out if one stays for far too long outside. Friends and acquaintances blur too, but there is a difference. Difference lies in that even though I didn&#39;t like losing touch with some of them, I was prepared and hence better </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2014/05/time-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-6619003127449595233</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2014 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-03T11:12:13.977+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Miscellanea</title><atom:summary type="text">
If you are interested in the journey, the road, the potholes and the wobbles, you would love Highway! While I was watching it, kept thinking that this has to be Imtiaz Ali&#39;s best film till now. I know a lot of people would look back fondly to Jab We Met as their favourite Imti movie, and it was indeed delightful (especially the first half) but for me this one works more. Cinamatography, sound, </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2014/03/miscellanea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-2030451452176305837</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2014 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-16T04:16:36.415+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>Piya Tose Naina Laage Re</title><atom:summary type="text">
Extended version of Piya Tose Naina Laage Re from Guide...Some completely new stanzas!!





</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2014/01/piya-tose-naina-laage-re.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-8572364262763820438</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2014 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-17T01:08:45.991+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><title>Happy New Year...and More</title><atom:summary type="text">
Wish you all a very happy 2014! 



This was in Athens. You could see the Acropolis in the bottom left corner :)


For me, I wish it is as eventful as 2013 has been. I got rid of a lot of unnecessary thoughts and habits that I was carrying around, I gained a lot of understanding about myself, my profession, but most importantly, I gained a somewhat more fleshed out idea of life. The kind I want,</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2014/01/happy-new-yearand-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLDRr-Ogk2VDvCNc-DmNd_7fOaoDYVBQZP5-dMWLSTppajZOpQfjY8QBVLjZsDZYB4f17KyXlQIS7VonYdncKfh2iIpvzeWx1d56tqGPWXibJMCCY7R-sAV2VqsE12xuceHybBdg/s72-c/DSCN1188.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-618848916343287703</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Dec 2013 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-15T15:57:03.470+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World</category><title>The World Tomorrow</title><atom:summary type="text">
There&#39;s a series of videos on Youtube called &#39;The World Tomorrow&#39; wherein top leaders, philosophers and analysts are interviewed by Julian Assange. Here&#39;s a good one. Assange is interviewing Noam Chomsky and Tariq Ali.




</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-world-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-341339712946530037</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Dec 2013 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-15T00:00:11.098+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Danagram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Song</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wardha</category><title>Music To My Ears</title><atom:summary type="text">
Many, many old&amp;nbsp; gems come up while talking music with dad. Like the other day, we were discussing late 40s and early 50s music, and we remembered a beautiful song from Andaz (1949):




Music is by Naushad. Dad says that in the biography, Daastaan-e-Naushad, the writer Shashikant Kinikar writes that Naushad was a versatile cinephile who didn&#39;t just touch music, but also assisted filmmaker </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/music-to-my-ears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-1260211563519907445</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Dec 2013 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-09T16:21:24.315+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women&#39;s Empowerment</category><title>The Invisible War..</title><atom:summary type="text">





...is a disturbing documentary about women sexual assault in US military. The issue itself lends more than enough impact and credence to the film. Ghastly statistics.

16000 women candidates face sexual assault per year in US, only 20% of which are reported.&amp;nbsp; 
Out of these ~3000 reported cases, only 175 or so reach the final stage of conviction.
The conviction rate is thus 1%.

The </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-invisible-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-4037198526001135297</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2013 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-08T19:50:24.118+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><title>Whatever Works</title><atom:summary type="text">
There are days when I feel I am on fire, and can take on anything and accomplish it. Today is one such day. I approached an unfinished manuscript with great wariness, but have been successful in editing and almost finishing it to my own manic surprise. If I knew what&#39;s it that I did differently today that&#39;s contributing to such output, I would create a secret formula for myself and stash it away</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/whatever-works.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-2434805930546982756</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-03T02:34:51.193+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">History</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Languages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Athens</title><atom:summary type="text">
I slept throughout my travel and woke up with a start as the Air France aircraft hit turbulence nearer to Athens. I believe AF flights take it as a personal pride when their aircrafts shake and shudder in mid air. In fact, there had to be a procedural plug on the dashboard to be pulled to scare shit out of all aboard. At that moment however, I was glad it made such a commotion, coz dying in </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/athens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSlEdCDnrNBnSA8m8SneFNBDe_MbNbT379MUU4_UNUz7HyY96slpSBQQKRlTHZXGikwy57GWwnlg-aEIQfcQLdfqbUX0EEUD38C_VyXW8L0BVzvl_lRsNI3kVr32SHoyueU_E2Iw/s72-c/20131115+Athens+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-4962372665524454303</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2013 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-01T20:40:07.517+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bangalore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>The Lunchbox..</title><atom:summary type="text">
...in a theatre in Paris! What a treat!



The French reviewers have been lapping up this movie...As you can see on the poster, someone said, un petit régal - one little treat; and une comédie romantique dans laquelle on se pend avec plaisir - a romantic comedy one spends time with with pleasure.

In one of the best arrondissements in Paris, the 5th...The theatre was this small quaint movie hall</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-lunchbox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFasPKF244Oa9PN14pq0EtuO7Pl3tXQvhq3Ehen8B4BpA3lE3HaCe2HgdLqWOcKTj0CGJPSjL3m68O-17RfqcQaADpCNUZ0swTjvPpwEOah1762eesUx6DppnbdmWRY7cQvEFR1A/s72-c/IMG-20131130-WA0016+The+Lunchbox+@+La+Clef.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-18349352544408953</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Nov 2013 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-28T21:43:10.985+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Auroville</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Danagram</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wardha</category><title>Robinson Crusoe...</title><atom:summary type="text">
...is a fascinating book. It has pages after pages of emotion, drama, adventure, history, geography, philosophy, and human psychology.





I had read the Paico Classics&#39; pictorial version of Robinson Crusoe. Since then, I had harboured a desire to read the original. While reading it now, the sepia-toned amazingly life-like picture strips of the comic kept coming to mind. The book was written in</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/11/robinson-crusoe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNvNNrzdUNuFfXqghEKjUxQviPyoP83yTwjcz-apPtUWWBn9VfRfYuv9SLK5wtEnlp46Ow4_XpmWfiDMDp3oU4Twn3qXVHqan2FRz7TJfEomg4LQK36CriEAyG9K1SGSWKOjCUQ/s72-c/paico-002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-1465372401028767422</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Nov 2013 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-22T21:29:25.384+05:30</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
Those of you who like to read some well-writ commentary on movies, in hindi, will like this blog.

</atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/11/those-of-you-who-like-to-read-some-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092917.post-1654885973962250341</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Nov 2013 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-21T02:37:58.749+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Music From The Heart</title><atom:summary type="text">
Once in a while comes a movie which has an unattractive, cryptic title and looks utterly desolate and depressing, but is about music and that keeps casually tugging at your sleeves to give it your time of the day, that you eventually melt and relent. Two hours later when you come out, you realise it has been a fascinating experience. The movie doesn&#39;t have a plot to sustain for two hours, but </atom:summary><link>http://all-i-do-is-dream.blogspot.com/2013/11/music-from-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (A)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>