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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/W41lqxX1tyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-two-india.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ARX84eip7ImA9WxNSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-3910362104925631500</id><published>2009-08-24T16:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:55:44.132+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T19:55:44.132+05:30</app:edited><title>How to use pink wisely</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/3910362104925631500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=3910362104925631500" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/3910362104925631500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/3910362104925631500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/BMoP34-NZqk/how-to-use-pink-wisely.html" title="How to use pink wisely" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Pink has long been associated with girls and babies, my generation practically rebelled at the sight of a pink t-shirt when reaching the critical and idiotic age of 13 (sweet teenagehood I so not miss you). Yet ironically it's my generation that is now the prime target for electronic items and all major brand have pink as part of their palette, pink laptops, pink iPods, pink camera, pink phones..&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/BMoP34-NZqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-use-pink-wisely.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQ3k8fCp7ImA9WxNTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-3977889957778727912</id><published>2009-08-21T22:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:17:22.774+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T23:17:22.774+05:30</app:edited><title>One day of solo parenting</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/3977889957778727912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=3977889957778727912" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/3977889957778727912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/3977889957778727912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/QVJjOLAktXY/one-day-of-solo-parenting.html" title="One day of solo parenting" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">DH had to go for a short business trip leaving me in charge of the ship and undisciplined crew (dog and baby). Here is what it looks like : Thursday, 6am: Wake up to Jasmine (dog) slowly pushing her furry butt in my sleepy face to make me understand that dawn has already broken and that the time to open the door to the terrace is starting to be overdue. Sleepy me sleepwalk myself to the door, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/QVJjOLAktXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-of-solo-parenting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCRXY_eCp7ImA9WxNTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-7388782716950486239</id><published>2009-08-13T15:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:59:24.840+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T15:59:24.840+05:30</app:edited><title>What having a baby does to you</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/7388782716950486239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=7388782716950486239" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/7388782716950486239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/7388782716950486239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/MWgXg54-ZXk/what-having-baby-does-to-you.html" title="What having a baby does to you" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">Well if you thought that you would resume a normal life after delivering your bundle of joy into the world, you are in for a few surprises because it seems that the labour and delivery pain not only brings a new life in this world, it seems to affect all kind of changes in you as well, so that by the end of it you aren't human anymore...nope you became super-human and here are a few things I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/PdZFr0DW9Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bangalore-babies-all-set-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADR3oyeSp7ImA9WxJbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-8103562047383948517</id><published>2009-07-21T14:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:29:36.491+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-21T14:29:36.491+05:30</app:edited><title>So....I had a baby</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/8103562047383948517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=8103562047383948517" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/8103562047383948517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/8103562047383948517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/6KbjU2d9WWE/soi-had-baby.html" title="So....I had a baby" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MQWk9PMPug0/SmWCskfO-zI/AAAAAAAABtY/knQP2OZF_uI/s72-c/DSC02049.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><content type="html">It happened on July 6th which also happens to be our wedding anniversary, but we wouldn't have known that until the last moment as it was a close call.The contractions started on July 5th at 3am, and were not to close to each other or intense, all through the day they went more and more regular, and it is at 6pm that I reached the 10 minutes gap which meant "drive to hospital" so DH and I went on&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/6KbjU2d9WWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/07/soi-had-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFQHc4cSp7ImA9WxJVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-8981614314844128046</id><published>2009-07-01T12:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:56:51.939+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T12:56:51.939+05:30</app:edited><title>Children's wisdom beat all</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/8981614314844128046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=8981614314844128046" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/8981614314844128046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/8981614314844128046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/vhqHCpIv3QM/childrens-wisdom-beat-all.html" title="Children's wisdom beat all" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">This weekend DH and I had a visit from his brother, wife and two kids, they stayed over for the night of Saturday to Sunday, and we yet again made good use of our sofa/cum bed, which has been an abused piece of furniture since we bought it in 2006. It was when sofa cum bed was still a new notion around town, and we paid the high price for our "futon sofa" (you now find them everywhere in Infantry&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/vhqHCpIv3QM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/07/childrens-wisdom-beat-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYBRn04fSp7ImA9WxJWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-536894404535845893</id><published>2009-06-21T02:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:55:57.335+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T02:55:57.335+05:30</app:edited><title>Creation's aberration</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/536894404535845893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=536894404535845893" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/536894404535845893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/536894404535845893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/Szvf31L6-2c/creations-aberation.html" title="Creation's aberration" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Since the hormones decided to turn the natural night owl that I was before into someone who can't even find sleep once the sun sets I might as well do something a bit more productive of my extra wake time than simply tossing and turning and loosing my marbles.Tonight, my mission seems to be to make other night creatures' life miserable. Until now I thought that the title of "creation's aberration&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CynsAdventureInIndia?a=Szvf31L6-2c:ero4tQVllZ8:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CynsAdventureInIndia?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/Szvf31L6-2c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/06/creations-aberation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNR3Y5cSp7ImA9WxJWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-5763425514441263679</id><published>2009-06-20T18:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:09:56.829+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T19:09:56.829+05:30</app:edited><title>The stage is set</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/5763425514441263679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=5763425514441263679" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/5763425514441263679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/5763425514441263679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/7UjPbYPHyFw/stage-is-set.html" title="The stage is set" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">And now we are all waiting for the show. According to most books, my OB, and about everybody in the know, once you pass the 37 weeks marker, baby can safely make their big entrance anytime, and I'm about ready for that. The essentials have been purchased (and I'll have to reflect on the cost of bringing a new life in the world one day), I completed my antenatal program (and the last 2 sessions &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~4/7UjPbYPHyFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cynublog.blogspot.com/2009/06/stage-is-set.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MRnc7fSp7ImA9WxJWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393430.post-1795732431519522770</id><published>2009-06-15T16:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:53:07.905+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T16:53:07.905+05:30</app:edited><title>The Axe Effect</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cynublog.blogspot.com/feeds/1795732431519522770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393430&amp;postID=1795732431519522770" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/1795732431519522770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393430/posts/default/1795732431519522770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CynsAdventureInIndia/~3/N0lfup3nbgo/axe-effect.html" title="The Axe Effect" /><author><name>Cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693243354879700715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16530553970646659128" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">In the history of commercials done to promote deodorant or perfume, Axe is probably the only one who found the right formula by not only selling the product to the obvious consumer : men, but also to their significant other or potential partners.Yes I'm a woman and not ashamed to admit that each time they come with a new fragrance and therefore commercial I'm wondering what that deodorant might &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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