<?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-31565981</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:30:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>film</category><category>review</category><category>how brain works</category><category>inertia</category><category>it</category><category>namesake</category><category>salaam-e-ishk</category><category>thoughts</category><title>Crimson Blues</title><description>anything which passes through my head, my thoughts, ideas, experiments, confusions, contradictions and hopefully some, by the end atleast some, conclusions, truths.</description><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-933400740990595505</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2022 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-05-29T00:16:52.348+05:30</atom:updated><title>Blink</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Glasses arrive today. The drone is late. I am on my third cup of coffee when it buzzes outside the frosted window that has replaced my door panel, the only source of light in my house now.November 11, 2021-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It became airborne. it was everywhere.December 02, 2021 - My house, every house was sealed.&amp;nbsp;December 10, 2021 - Last time I stepped out. Last time anyone stepped out.&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2022/05/blink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8827936488455594596</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2020 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-10-18T00:33:12.439+05:30</atom:updated><title>a picture, a song, a good nightmare and a snippet...</title><atom:summary type="text">

the triggers required for a post. Some you can talk about, some you can&#39;t.&amp;nbsp;

Every so often, I want to run away. Run away where, I don&#39;t know. But run away from everything, without anything and go to a place where no one knows me and where no one cares for me. Do I want to start fresh, no, do I want to go back to what I left behind, no. I just want to run away.&amp;nbsp;

A feeling you must be</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2018/01/a-picture-song-good-nightmare-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUFX14RCGRflPgUnjJU9kFC_F1ZktAcRa_WxUF6m3TwhJCcyN8yz8-aMdsmuR4s0MayJsPlBPxB_pHC1wrFu7RF_ea_gKh-sMf0qcJVdigvm1CmbpZUrLNycsFSs1AxqupoZT-5A/s72-c/IMG_2272.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1133965475993994308</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2020 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-10-18T00:20:51.015+05:30</atom:updated><title>Apocalypse??!?</title><atom:summary type="text">Its been so long that I have written something here that even the interface has changed...well who knows, with the pace of change today, maybe not so long!I usually ignore the forwards my mum-in-law sends me. This one caught my eye. In a jar, there were a lot many black ants, living peacefully, going about their business. Then someone added a lot many red ants on top of them. They mingled and </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2020/10/apocalypse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5390163387621634682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2018 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-10-18T00:29:49.817+05:30</atom:updated><title>discrimination between kids...</title><atom:summary type="text">

we adopted a dog recently...he came to us when he was very very young...too young to be separated from its mom. But like a lot of indie dogs, this one was abandoned by him mom, so said the FB post which led us to him.&amp;nbsp;

This phase of my life will forever be known as &quot;growing up with Tulo&quot;, because life has pretty much revolved around Tulo (cotton in Bengali) for the last 4 months or so.&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2018/06/discrimination-between-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-9010460531653173746</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-07-23T18:53:13.307+05:30</atom:updated><title>dreams...</title><atom:summary type="text">

I could have sworn that I already had a post titled &#39;dreams&#39;. Felt obvious, it was and is my favourite song in the world, the first of many really. The one which always stayed on top of any playlist (and some times got repeated as well). Of course playlists in that time, &#39;99, first year of CEPT was really a recorded tape. I remember fretting endlessly over the order of songs...there was a limit</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2018/01/dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10NzleDlBG0__HRMApS-JTmKNFkcvoIF5eW1Ngu7Vsi0c8OwBlhLVMpa2h-wcmy5z_4CXXIL6FcOGW9vHvE_TfgArSB_QVCvOY9go7IMAdnyWq_hcFn7gmtQyjygtGv0kybfggw/s72-c/IMG_2477.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4896752311708674690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2017 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-04T11:00:26.978+05:30</atom:updated><title>an ode to the iPhone</title><atom:summary type="text">
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My
obsession with Apple began 10 years ago. I had finished my MBA, joined a pretty high profile company, and was just starting my life really. Till then I was not really
aware of Apple, had heard about the company, had seen the tacky looking iMac in
stores, a friend had described the iPod and had learnt about how </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2017/11/an-ode-to-iphone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCJ41GcywFUq1ZfOjle7T7ga-3ylkA0aZsxDMAkrH8ahXrQnhhbnzkOGkJDi4pNBRgt6irZWi6qbjb9ZO-2nEsl2raGogW8lkwguz7kqA3UHTFhxV0uv5986FwyPIKh-9poJf1w/s72-c/IMG_5927.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7979291606558099273</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2017 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-01-16T16:44:10.370+05:30</atom:updated><title>Last Christmas...</title><atom:summary type="text">

Christmas is usually characterised by food, fun and family (&amp;amp; friends). For us, that usually means taking a backpacking trip out to a jungle or a mountain or even a city like Benaras, eating the local cuisines, exploring the place and making new friends.



But last year, Christmas came late for us. We wanted to complete a long cherished dream of walking on ice, of completing Chadar.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2017/01/last-christmas_16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYv_QNsaNfU8Fb3NvrOceNddaIAGdaDHSqFzNYZFnVHklnYkas51fZaPrlaE0MSnhcGq2z30C6G1qWjg93UjP-5KlG6tX-3HhvGNEg-G0b8Yq0rzK3gVCw5wsn0zo5S_KCuBVavw/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7725508116509459153</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2016 19:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-12T19:47:00.435+05:30</atom:updated><title>masterstroke...</title><atom:summary type="text">

I don&#39;t think I have ever been ecstatic about a political / policy decision take by the government. Forget ecstatic, not even been happy about it. Most of the policy decisions usually end up as debates between friends and family and in my head itself. Like the RTI, the outcomes of Nirbhaya and so on.&amp;nbsp;



Well that changed yesterday when Prime Minister Modi invalidated the ₹500 &amp;amp; ₹1000 </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2016/11/masterstroke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3166340678150550458</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2016 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-24T02:02:30.002+05:30</atom:updated><title>on a loop...</title><atom:summary type="text">
listening to songs on a loop, on a new namesake speaker gifted by friends, and just didn&#39;t feel right not to write...and easiest, always ready topic is movies...

Was listening to a song from Highway, and wondering how far have we come. I did predict it many years ago, indian cinema is on the verge of greatness...of making movies which are not only technically perfect, but leave an impression. I</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2016/04/on-loop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-35643385553578054</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2016 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-27T21:13:44.536+05:30</atom:updated><title>farewell speech...</title><atom:summary type="text">

Let me tell you a story, a story of a journey, the journey of a wandering probe to the youngest planet of the brightest star in the universe...The stars, and there were many of them, used fuel to create more fuel. This was done by the probes, who had built engines. And our star had the most efficient engine to do this. It produced the most fuel and was the envy of the entire universe.



The </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2016/02/farewell-speech.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-402769243024919578</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2016 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-18T20:18:24.396+05:30</atom:updated><title>this happened at 560034...</title><atom:summary type="text">

560034 as you might have guessed is an Indian Postal Code, of what arguably is the startup capital of the county. 560034 is Koramangla, Bangalore, where most of the most successful Indian Startups have roots, where a startup opens (and closes) everyday, where every third door is a startup without a board, where every chaiwala (including Costa Coffee) and paanwala (or daaruwala) runs because of </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2016/02/this-happened-at-560034.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6588747800796023584</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2016 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-09T23:06:30.013+05:30</atom:updated><title>kitao...</title><atom:summary type="text">









Its been two weeks since we last walked on ice, and two weeks since we all have been reminiscing those 9 days of walking on ice and grit. I say &#39;we;, because going by the occasional but daily FB likes on one or the other pic by someone from the group, pretty much tells me that all of us are in the same boat. The walk is over, the memories will be always be us.&amp;nbsp;



That is a sign of</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2016/02/kitao_9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqxp_zxGKdbdP7ijXVzStnagEtlehRjvoeV7eiIc2wso1fvS5M5hAroL71v4rvb6Gg4xh4ld_YMJMOzE6F10_9cG0WXSqwb4qIy7-vD8jeE3nHQYMymDRFof_2xZtHgIdWjDDfw/s72-c/P1110809.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2502583144812283315</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2015 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-27T21:18:27.279+05:30</atom:updated><title>theories...(made in complete sane state)</title><atom:summary type="text">

Here are some theories, a lot of them come from an interest in theoretical physics and Einstein and reading A brief history of time and watching Interstellar (and reading Kip&#39;s explanation of it all). These are just theories, there are no proofs now, and since I don&#39;t have the brains to prove them, the never shall be, at least by me. But here goes...



We (humans) are in the middle of the size</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2015/12/theoriesmade-in-complete-sane-state.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1053810967395518404</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2014 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-30T23:26:49.508+05:30</atom:updated><title>about silence, loneliness, introversion and all those awesome things...</title><atom:summary type="text">

and I thought it had been more than a year...started writing many times, on paper and in mail, in an iPad journal and in here...somehow after the first few lines, mind would just go blank. there was an idea, but it stopped at that idea, and then there were many lines, but nothing to tie them together. Thought it would never come back, not sure if has as yet though...lets wait n see.&amp;nbsp;



so</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2014/07/about-silence-loneliness-introversion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2258437195948369263</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Dec 2013 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-12-15T00:59:14.535+05:30</atom:updated><title>if only I were writing with a fountain pen...</title><atom:summary type="text">

then a precursor to me writing after such a long time would have been cleaning the pen (which in the past meant taking out the 13 different components of the&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;made Hero Fountain pen, and washing them with water, blowing the water out of each part and finally drying with a soft cloth) and filling and draining royal blue Chelpark ink atleast two three times to make sure all the </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2013/12/if-only-i-were-writing-with-fountain-pen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1998319820752910632</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Aug 2013 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-25T01:24:05.977+05:30</atom:updated><title>jobs...n apple post jobs</title><atom:summary type="text">

the blog is not really a review, the movie, jobs is really just a trigger to something I have wanted to write about for a some time.&amp;nbsp;

I have written about Apple before, couple of times before hand, and well Apple is one of those things I have been passionate about since the first time I held an iPhone in my hands. But I kinda realize now that I was really passionate about what Jobs </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2013/08/jobsn-apple-post-jobs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7487671884461210779</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2013 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-16T01:04:18.484+05:30</atom:updated><title>love, lust n power...</title><atom:summary type="text">

the most irrational emotions...love, lust n power




Couldn&#39;t have found a worse title for a blog on such a good movie, but this was my comment to ado post watching the movie...and it sounded cool. :)

the most irrational emotions...love, lust n power. One was quite obvious, and if u let ur rationale think a bit more, a hint of the second, and if you just let it run wild, maybe lust as well.

</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2013/07/love-lust-n-power.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7917141241162766885</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-31T01:29:55.453+05:30</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
if you read my last post, you know I had been at the mall, and it was an eventful outing. One of the last things that happened before I got in my car was a simple little confrontation which was really not. Outside the mall stands a line of rickshaws, with the rickshaw drivers standing outside in a bunch heckling any passerby. Not sure if its the holiday cheer or them just being their usual selfs</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/12/if-you-read-my-last-post-you-know-i-had.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8880667083938275983</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-30T22:12:02.715+05:30</atom:updated><title>last before the new year</title><atom:summary type="text">

and first after a long time...the thing about having a lot of things on you mind is that you don&#39;t really that empty space left to tie them all together into a blog post, its like filling up a hard drive such that there is no contiguous space left to process the thoughts...

anyways with that mindless tech talk, was in the mall today, sounds like am living in rural america, in a state like </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/12/last-before-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8739536146701816520</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-04T22:52:58.689+05:30</atom:updated><title>after a lifetime...</title><atom:summary type="text">

been such a long time I posted, I even forgot what my last post was...and for once, I haven&#39;t felt guilty about it. Some how life has just been whizzing past me for the last six odds months. It does seem like a lifetime lived in just about half a year, a lifetime which I would like living again.&amp;nbsp;

So no real reason to write today...just random thoughts from experiences since the last time.</atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/11/after-lifetime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6136112856774602463</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-09T00:15:21.303+05:30</atom:updated><title>Men...</title><atom:summary type="text">

hate the fact that the only thing which inspires me to write now a days is watching a movie...ever worse is that the only thing changing on my blog on a daily basis is the twitter feed.

anyways, was thinking of writing this for some time now, there was a thought generated by something on FB, but ultimately it was the movie which is making me write. &amp;nbsp;The post is gonna be very very </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/08/men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1102223592789027104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2012 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-08T18:47:40.704+05:30</atom:updated><title>random random...</title><atom:summary type="text">






Lots of small things to write about...
It was interesting to see how well the buzz was built around Aamir Khans Satyamev Jayate. Done in a class way, and in line with the spirit of the programme. Watching the promos i though it would be a travel show, with him going to the small and far flung places in India to highlight our diversity, to show the many colors that make India so amazing. </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/06/random-random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8GYi4n_gHUc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3238498794609588612</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-16T00:06:15.969+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ishaqzaade...</title><atom:summary type="text">











The first time i saw the song fell in love with it, More because of the way they had shown the love stuff then anything else...and knew that i wanted to see the movie. Rustic UP, a young love story, good song, fresh faces who can act, there were all the ingredients for a good movie...the director would have to screw up real bad to mess this one up...and then came the reviews, first </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/05/ishaqzaade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3585826796075769892</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-13T01:44:16.990+05:30</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">

had a agile project management session to attend early morning one of the days last week...and as much as I try, I am either very early, or quite late for these sessions...well it was the latter this time, but then instead of attending the session had a free wheeling gyaan discussion with (for the lack of a better term) the office ladies, and said out some fundas out open.&amp;nbsp;

one of the </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/05/had-agile-project-management-session-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2548210433210338501</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-06T15:25:46.236+05:30</atom:updated><title>#FromTheMovies</title><atom:summary type="text">
thats the hashtag I use when quoting movie dialogues on my twitter feed...and today after some time did a couple. There were many more but then found some deeper questions and so decided just to blog...
so the movies today were &#39;Last Night&#39; and &#39;London, Paris, New York&#39; (think that is the sequence).
so the first, english arty farty pic released last year, deals with a couple, in which both have </atom:summary><link>http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/05/fromthemovies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dumb_ank)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>