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They have this wonderful knack of picking the world's best strikers in their side. These strikers are then made to warm the benches and finally their football career will end in a disaster. They play the 4-2-3-1 formation and they have 14 of the best strikers in the world to fill the spots.When a football fan learns that Kaka, Ronaldo, Benzema</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/8824150310916991269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=8824150310916991269&amp;isPopup=true" title="57 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8824150310916991269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8824150310916991269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/07/348-tom-dick-harry.html" title="348. tom, DICK &amp; harry" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SlQXeISzDAI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/HYEt3a0bYAA/s72-c/paris.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">57</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DRXk9fSp7ImA9WxJVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6787390741349155623</id><published>2009-07-04T13:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:27:54.765+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T14:27:54.765+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>347. Solving the Rubik's Cube</title><summary>The Rubik's Cube is the world's best selling toy. It was invented in the year 1974 by a Hungarian Architect,Erno Rubik. It is also the world's top selling puzzle game.My dad bought me a Rubik's cube when I was a kid and he taught me the technique to solve the puzzle. As a kid, i used to blindly follow the technique and solve the puzzle. But now if someone asks me to solve it, i couldn't because I</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6787390741349155623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6787390741349155623&amp;isPopup=true" title="70 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6787390741349155623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6787390741349155623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/07/347-solving-rubiks-cube.html" title="347. Solving the Rubik's Cube" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sk8MLy6du9I/AAAAAAAAC1w/oii9XhZmVwM/s72-c/bush460.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">70</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GSHY7fSp7ImA9WxJVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-8720798558898196556</id><published>2009-07-03T13:03:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:00:29.805+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T14:00:29.805+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>346. Being a Bachelor</title><summary>When H.L Mencken came up with the very famous quote "Bachelors have consciences, married men have wives.", the women community started calling him,"Mencken the Chicken". The author of this blog is a bachelor all his life (so far). This post is an attempt by him to prove to the rest of the world that a bachelor life is the greatest boon to Mankind.Disclaimer: All the statements made in this post </summary><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fc177dbd13b05ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/8720798558898196556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=8720798558898196556&amp;isPopup=true" title="58 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8720798558898196556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8720798558898196556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/07/346-being-bachelor.html" title="346. Being a Bachelor" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">58</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERnozcSp7ImA9WxJVE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-8425667170069856634</id><published>2009-06-30T11:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:25:07.489+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T12:25:07.489+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mr X" /><title>345. Liar Liar. Pants on Fire</title><summary>Hi everyone. This is Mr.X. (The alter-ego of Chronicwriter). As Chronicwriter is reluctant to write anything on his blog, i decided to come here and tell everyone one dark secret about Chronicwriter. He is a Liar. Don't believe anything that he says on this blog. (Ok. alright, You can believe all that he says about his folks and about his kids). But do not ever believe a single word when he says </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/8425667170069856634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=8425667170069856634&amp;isPopup=true" title="75 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8425667170069856634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8425667170069856634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/345-liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html" title="345. Liar Liar. Pants on Fire" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Skmy8DUMHfI/AAAAAAAAC1k/lDjfaO0IxPM/s72-c/pants+on+fire.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">75</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CRHg8eSp7ImA9WxJWGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-5417150945408411393</id><published>2009-06-25T08:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:22:45.671+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T09:22:45.671+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jeremy and Jolena" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>344. The lefties</title><summary>I have always had an admiration for left handed guitarists. I started learning guitar when i was in class 3. I was 7 years old then. I am right handed. But i always used to dream about playing the guitar in left handed position. My dream never came true. I did my first ever guitar concert when I was 8 years old.Left handed guitarists have always had the centre stage. My first inspiration was Jimi</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/5417150945408411393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=5417150945408411393&amp;isPopup=true" title="74 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/5417150945408411393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/5417150945408411393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/344-lefties.html" title="344. The lefties" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">74</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNSHg4fip7ImA9WxJWEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-901734556871324144</id><published>2009-06-17T15:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:06:39.636+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T15:06:39.636+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jeremy and Jolena" /><title>343. Sibling Love</title><summary>Hi Everyone! It is me!! Jolena!!!I am the niece and Godchild of the author of this Blog. I am pretty sure that I am more famous than my Uncle,Chriz. I am two years old and I can talk a few sentences in two languages (Tamil and English). My mom says that I am very naughty. I eat all the time. I love eggs and i always tell me my mom to make me Bulls-eye. I am a perfectionist and hence if the yellow</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/901734556871324144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=901734556871324144&amp;isPopup=true" title="91 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/901734556871324144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/901734556871324144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/343-sibling-love.html" title="343. Sibling Love" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SjiqQsWlrnI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oyrsV1t-S5Q/s72-c/bubble" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">91</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GSHs6fyp7ImA9WxJWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-972337301752920218</id><published>2009-06-15T22:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:30:29.517+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T23:30:29.517+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thunder Tags" /><title>342. When I am in love...</title><summary>I never like to take up tagged posts. But now I wanted to do this one because this is one tag that will be done by people in Love. Chronicwriter has also fallen in love and hence this tag.A- Available: Yes I was, till a week back. But now I am taken- Age: 27- Annoyance: Anyone getting personal with me- Animal: Bow BowB- Beer: Bomber, Foster and our very own Kalyani.I am non alcoholic now- </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/972337301752920218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=972337301752920218&amp;isPopup=true" title="57 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/972337301752920218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/972337301752920218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/342-when-i-am-in-love.html" title="342. When I am in love..." /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SjaIJJKXcCI/AAAAAAAACx8/VEaYixX8Ug4/s72-c/love+tag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">57</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEARH06cSp7ImA9WxJXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6903914782794555122</id><published>2009-06-13T20:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:04:05.319+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T20:04:05.319+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><title>341. Chronicwriter is Hitched</title><summary>Some people just walk into our life and perform magic tricks with our heart. I have never experienced LOVE in the romantic sense. I have walked in this planet Earth for the past 27 years and there has been crushes and infatuations and i have even had the HOTS for a few girls. But I was never ever reciprocated with love.But they say that change is the only constant thing, and that change happened </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6903914782794555122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6903914782794555122&amp;isPopup=true" title="112 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6903914782794555122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6903914782794555122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/341-chronicwriter-is-hitched.html" title="341. Chronicwriter is Hitched" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SjOWWZcUOGI/AAAAAAAACx0/ZCo4F8q9Zoo/s72-c/LiftCouplePA_450x350.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">112</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4DQnc9eyp7ImA9WxJXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6563911669358006659</id><published>2009-06-09T18:46:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:19:33.963+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T20:19:33.963+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sarakku saamiyaar" /><title>340. The Beer Boy</title><summary>Beauty lies in the eyes of the Beer Holder- Anonymous DrunkardI am very good with kids. Not the Michael Jackson way;but in a very healthy manner. The kids near my place like talking and spending time with me because I tell them stories all the time. Most of the time I will start telling them a story and the story would go on and on and I would not have any idea on how to end the stories.Last </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6563911669358006659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6563911669358006659&amp;isPopup=true" title="79 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6563911669358006659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6563911669358006659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/340-beer-boy.html" title="340. The Beer Boy" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Si5kcB5IRhI/AAAAAAAACxM/546Oi2_JIug/s72-c/first+beer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">79</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNR3o_cSp7ImA9WxJXE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-8096539209694534650</id><published>2009-06-08T00:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:06:36.449+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T23:06:36.449+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nutty memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chronic Awards" /><title>339. Those daily activities</title><summary>When I was a little boy I had to do a daily chore which was tiring indeed. I used to get up at 7 am. As soon as I got out of bed, I used to remove the bedspread,take it to the bathroom and soak it in a bucket of soap water. Then I would come back to my bedroom and carry the bed-mattress all the way to the top of the house and leave it there for the sun to dry the wet bed. Carrying a heavy bed was</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/8096539209694534650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=8096539209694534650&amp;isPopup=true" title="64 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8096539209694534650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8096539209694534650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/339-those-daily-activities.html" title="339. Those daily activities" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sithx-iO0OI/AAAAAAAACwk/pHjtWdNaZks/s72-c/washing+bedsheet.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">64</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBR3o6eip7ImA9WxJXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-7714286610918512536</id><published>2009-06-05T07:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:54:16.412+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T07:54:16.412+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chronic Awards" /><title>338. You say it</title><summary>It is competition time yet again.Rules &amp; Regulations:1) Give a caption for the following picture ( Maximum 8 words)2) Send your entries before 4 pm (IST) 07-June-2009.3) Vulgarity is prohibited.4) One person can send in more than one entry but not more than five entriesPrizes1) The winner will be announced on 8th June 2009.2)The winner will get the Chronic-Caption-Award.3) The winner will also </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/7714286610918512536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=7714286610918512536&amp;isPopup=true" title="93 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7714286610918512536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7714286610918512536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/338-you-say-it.html" title="338. You say it" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sih-RUagMqI/AAAAAAAACvs/xyiG5MxcQWk/s72-c/tp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">93</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQ3g5cSp7ImA9WxJXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-7381080883501326954</id><published>2009-06-03T12:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:04:22.629+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T13:04:22.629+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sarakku saamiyaar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>337. Philosophy for a change</title><summary>Does Humor and poetry gel well? The previous post was a clear indication that humor and poetry are indeed a deadly combination. This post doesn't have humor in it. I am just taking a little break from my forte -"Humor".When a friend of mine approached me and said,"Chriz! Why don't you write an article on your favorite subject-Psychology", I gave much thought to it and finally decided to write one</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/7381080883501326954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=7381080883501326954&amp;isPopup=true" title="74 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7381080883501326954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7381080883501326954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/337-philosophy-for-change.html" title="337. Philosophy for a change" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SiVS_fEf7_I/AAAAAAAACvk/1no5Oc_NgOk/s72-c/break+up.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">74</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFSXk8fSp7ImA9WxJQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-272271724043725857</id><published>2009-06-02T08:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:13:38.775+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T09:13:38.775+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nutty memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry" /><title>336. The Kick - Poetry</title><summary>My first day in the football fieldI did not have a proper shieldLike a lightening came a boy so smallAnd kicked the wrong BallHarley's, Planes and Racing CarsI even saw some twinkling StarsAgony and pain was in a TangleI thought I was in Bermuda TriangleI limped,then I fell and I crawled a milePainful memory; But now it just leaves a smile -Chronicwriter We all have painful memories. Some </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/272271724043725857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=272271724043725857&amp;isPopup=true" title="69 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/272271724043725857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/272271724043725857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/06/336-kick-poetry.html" title="336. The Kick - Poetry" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SiPucKHWJyI/AAAAAAAACvc/6iuVn0kwP9c/s72-c/soccerkids.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">69</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMARXs8cSp7ImA9WxJQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-4947048236060603863</id><published>2009-05-30T21:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:50:44.579+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-30T21:50:44.579+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red underwear" /><title>335. How do you deal with Competition?</title><summary>When Steve Jobs presented the Apple Macbook series to the world, I fell in love with the Apple notebook series too. I presently use an outdated IBM thinkpad for my personal use.All my blogs are typed, edited and posted from my IBM laptop. My short term plan was to own an Apple Macbook and Blog using it. But when I came across the price-tag of an Apple computer,it gave me a shiver down my spine </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/4947048236060603863/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=4947048236060603863&amp;isPopup=true" title="69 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4947048236060603863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4947048236060603863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/335-how-do-you-deal-with-competition.html" title="335. How do you deal with Competition?" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sh_NDEvWoZI/AAAAAAAACvM/3rmj5_210xY/s72-c/apple-macbook_5784.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">69</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUMSHY6fCp7ImA9WxJQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-3751078427800878275</id><published>2009-05-27T11:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:01:29.814+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T18:01:29.814+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College galatta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nutty memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>334. The Unrevealed Secret</title><summary>A secret confided is no longer a SecretI am troubled beyond explanation. I am hiding a secret for almost ten years. Now, it is the right time to reveal my secret.I have many secrets to tell my readers. But the secret that i am going to reveal now, tops the list of secrets that are stacked-up in my brain cells.This is a ten year long secret that was between me and my friend,Ridley. His full name </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/3751078427800878275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=3751078427800878275&amp;isPopup=true" title="85 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3751078427800878275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3751078427800878275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/334-unrevealed-secret.html" title="334. The Unrevealed Secret" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Shv-Kk5wGmI/AAAAAAAACts/nFH6N3KybNU/s72-c/ridleyScott.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">85</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERnk8cSp7ImA9WxJQFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-4304266097196717507</id><published>2009-05-25T13:18:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:23:27.779+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T10:23:27.779+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rEnU" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>333.Somewhere over the Rainbow</title><summary>I would like to confess that Renu was the first Y of my life. I still love her. But every time I think of Renu, her hubby's huge frame also comes into the picture.On such occasions I would immediately stop thinking about her. Sometimes I wish that I had a girlfriend; but I have to admit that I am indeed happy to be Single. Quite recently, I read an article about Alfie - The thirteen year old Dad[</summary><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=37dee82b4d529b45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/4304266097196717507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=4304266097196717507&amp;isPopup=true" title="69 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4304266097196717507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4304266097196717507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/333somewhere-over-rainbow.html" title="333.Somewhere over the Rainbow" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/ShpWPHdt1QI/AAAAAAAACsU/YegeMGJ9M0Q/s72-c/keshi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">69</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQXc7eyp7ImA9WxJRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-4786706172465757330</id><published>2009-05-22T13:00:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:46:40.903+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T15:46:40.903+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red underwear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chef Diaries" /><title>332. The second chance.</title><summary>If you are a first time visitor to this page, i would like tell you one thing- " This post is gonna change your life forever".If you are not a first time visitor, please bear with my lie about the first statement.India went through elections this time and the country has given a second Chance to Manmohan Singh and co. Bush got a second chance too and we all know what he has done to the world. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/4786706172465757330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=4786706172465757330&amp;isPopup=true" title="60 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4786706172465757330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/4786706172465757330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/332-second-chance.html" title="332. The second chance." /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/ShZPNcxpC3I/AAAAAAAACr8/m762zDyYS-U/s72-c/lance-armstrong-france.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">60</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcHR308fip7ImA9WxJRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6097025348299499557</id><published>2009-05-19T14:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:27:16.376+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T15:27:16.376+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>331. Ass-Hole</title><summary>i StOpPeD UsInG fOwl lAnGuAgE a FeW YeArS AgO.If you think that i am gonna start using fowl language again, you are absolutely wrong. I still believe that foul words are not necessary to convey the message in a conversation. A wise person is one who has the ability to carry on a conversation without using foul language. No offence meant for those who use bad words. But if you can control your </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6097025348299499557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6097025348299499557&amp;isPopup=true" title="81 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6097025348299499557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6097025348299499557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/331-ass-hole.html" title="331. Ass-Hole" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/ShJ2-6Kf6pI/AAAAAAAACrM/yVsboE-wNTg/s72-c/foul+language.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">81</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMRHs7cSp7ImA9WxJRFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-8298441286068594598</id><published>2009-05-17T19:39:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:31:25.509+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-17T20:31:25.509+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><title>330. A very touching moment</title><summary>Pre-note: I thank my friend Beekay for sending a very precious picture to me. This post is built on the picture he mailed me.Note: This is the most touching post that I have ever written. I am very sure that this post will move your body, soul and mind.A very touching moment(Dedicated to a wonderful feeling called-FRIENDSHIP)Year : 1975Situation : Last day of schoolArjun Singh and Pargat Singh </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/8298441286068594598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=8298441286068594598&amp;isPopup=true" title="78 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8298441286068594598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/8298441286068594598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/330-very-touching-moment.html" title="330. A very touching moment" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/ShAfxJs5UNI/AAAAAAAACqk/K-46wqoGHgM/s72-c/arjun+and+pargat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">78</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GQX84fSp7ImA9WxJRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-7661573324472900304</id><published>2009-05-15T21:22:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:45:20.135+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T10:45:20.135+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex" /><title>329. Terror Romeo Rajendar</title><summary>Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for any fatal injuries attained by the reader while reading (viewing any pictures in) this post.Note: If the reader is still alive even after reading the whole post, he/she has attained the strength to tolerate any form of physical/mental torture.Additional Note: Please do not blame the Chronicwriter for this post. Mr-X is the author of this postA recent </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/7661573324472900304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=7661573324472900304&amp;isPopup=true" title="63 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7661573324472900304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/7661573324472900304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/329-terror-romeo-rajendar.html" title="329. Terror Romeo Rajendar" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sg14GI_CuwI/AAAAAAAACoc/JFBeVqLqSTo/s72-c/multifacted.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">63</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHSXs9fip7ImA9WxJREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6742601516283058241</id><published>2009-05-14T12:18:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:33:58.566+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T13:33:58.566+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><title>328. Fake IPL player Exposed</title><summary>Fake IPL player Exposed. Fake IPL player Exposed. Fake IPL player Exposed. Fake IPL player Exposed. Fake IPL player Exposed. Fake IPL player Exposed.I just found that any article on the fake ipl player draws great attention and this article would be apt to rake-in many page hits. The fake ipl player is creating a great havoc in the cricketing world with his creative writing that has a great </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6742601516283058241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6742601516283058241&amp;isPopup=true" title="53 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6742601516283058241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6742601516283058241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/328-fake-ipl-player-exposed.html" title="328. Fake IPL player Exposed" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SgvQLmQSxZI/AAAAAAAACoU/CFMNqJgZHTs/s72-c/fake+ipl+player.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">53</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARn8-eyp7ImA9WxJREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-3836413828278915381</id><published>2009-05-11T13:15:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:09:07.153+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T17:09:07.153+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mr X" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex" /><title>327. The ball is in your court</title><summary>Note: This is an Adults only postAdditional Note: Children below 18 years of age are requested to read this post without the knowledge of their parents" The ball is in your court" is a very popular business terminology. Chronicwriter embarked on a mind-journey to write a post on this topic. He used his grey cells to the maximum limit and the output of the thinking process is posted here. Read on.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/3836413828278915381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=3836413828278915381&amp;isPopup=true" title="78 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3836413828278915381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3836413828278915381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/327-ball-is-in-your-court.html" title="327. The ball is in your court" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SggCTROQBsI/AAAAAAAAClg/QEKE7sBq_Ws/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">78</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GSHw4fyp7ImA9WxJSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-3422487772727016716</id><published>2009-05-08T12:36:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:23:49.237+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-08T14:23:49.237+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jeremy and Jolena" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>326. An angel turns two</title><summary>My niece and my God-child ,"Jolena" is turning two years old today. So I have given her the opportunity to write a post on my blog today. As she doesnt talk much, she will narrate this post with her pictures. Over to JolenaHi everyone. I am Jolena and I am turning two, today. I do not know all the 26 alphabets in the English language. But I know all the cartoon characters that appear in Disney </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/3422487772727016716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=3422487772727016716&amp;isPopup=true" title="90 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3422487772727016716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/3422487772727016716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/326-angel-turns-two.html" title="326. An angel turns two" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SgPk-gX6YpI/AAAAAAAACjo/MkLI_BupzPw/s72-c/sleeping" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">90</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GQHs9eyp7ImA9WxJSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-6190418284406966434</id><published>2009-05-05T18:50:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:40:21.563+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T21:40:21.563+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports veeran" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chronic Awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex" /><title>325. Romance at its very best</title><summary>Note:If you want to know more about the girl in the picture, you have to read this entire post. This is a Romantic post.Talking about Romance, the term "Romance" is a Greek word. The night time in Rome is very dark and hence the Romans used to refer the night time as "THICK" night. In those days French fries were very famous in Rome. A young couple came to Rome to have their honeymoon and in one </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/6190418284406966434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=6190418284406966434&amp;isPopup=true" title="75 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6190418284406966434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/6190418284406966434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/05/325-romance-at-its-very-best.html" title="325. Romance at its very best" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/SgA-z29gEeI/AAAAAAAACiI/JAygJKlExfc/s72-c/daisy+bopanna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">75</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DQ30-eSp7ImA9WxJSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981092494162872078.post-2864727347037038947</id><published>2009-04-30T10:36:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:19:32.351+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T20:19:32.351+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chronic Awards" /><title>324. How romantic are you?</title><summary>Note: This is going to be a mushy post. I need all your contributions to make it more mushy.Honey, Sweetheart, Baby are some of the terms used by lovers to address their better halves. There are many many such lovely terms used by people in love. This post is dedicated to all those who are immersed in love. This is actually a competition for the most " romantic word".Rules1) In the comment </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/feeds/2864727347037038947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1981092494162872078&amp;postID=2864727347037038947&amp;isPopup=true" title="128 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/2864727347037038947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981092494162872078/posts/default/2864727347037038947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/04/324-how-romantic-are-you.html" title="324. How romantic are you?" /><author><name>Chriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00225409267224660361</uri><email>prason@chronicwriter.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03389437236462928601" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yd8Htwe9SNY/Sfk59qIGbyI/AAAAAAAAChc/bF7v15_Ze4c/s72-c/romance+of+their+own.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">128</thr:total></entry></feed>
