<?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:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 06:58:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Dreaming is irresistible</title><description>Keeping optimism alive</description><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-7055515911924667880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T10:19:10.000+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Doodles</category><title>Bas yun hi (बस यूँ ही)</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2010/03/bas-yun-hi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45HHi_dbbr4/S6BeK9OIHPI/AAAAAAAABUE/BATab79J8tU/s72-c/Doodle_1_Border.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-182149939952141324</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T11:25:01.055+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shahrukh Khan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Review</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>SRK</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Movies</category><title>I am a fan of Shahrukh's</title><atom:summary type='text'>All of us try to belong. We want to be accepted. And in this effort to be accepted, we tend to hide some of our interests, fears and feelings. Over the last few years, I have made many acquaintances and a few close friends. However, I have found that most of the time, I tend to agree with certain schools of thoughts just in order to belong. Yes, I have also had those moments, just a few though, </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-fan-of-shahrukhs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-4168797668766404618</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-05T00:49:46.546+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hindi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Verses</category><title>Insensitive</title><atom:summary type='text'>वो मंज़र रोंगटे खड़े करने के लिए काफी था ,मगर उसकी चीख मेरे दिल तक ना पहुंची |कठोर मैं खुद को कहती नहीं ,पर रहमदिल भी अब ना रही |</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2010/02/insensitive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-219632446857957177</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T16:39:25.706+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Diary</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hindi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Verses</category><title>Badalti soch (बदलती सोच)</title><atom:summary type='text'>परेशानियाँ ज़िन्दगी को रुख देती हैं, ऐसा मानना था हमारा कभी ,आज मंजिल की ओर जाने का मन नहीं, राह में रुक जाना चाहते हैं |आँख मूंद कर विदा कर देना चाहते हैं तकलीफों को, परेशानियों को ;समेट लेना चाहते हैं इस बेफिक्र लम्हे को, बंद पलकों में |फ़लसफ़ा हर वक़्त बदलता ही रहता है |</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2010/02/badalti-soch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-5128883976017510554</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T11:25:13.735+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Diary</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blabbering</category><title>Thoughts, thoughts everywhere...</title><atom:summary type='text'>There have been many times when I came to write something in the blog and returned without posting anything. Today, I happened to look at the drafts I had saved since I started writing here. I realized that I couldn’t possibly go into the frame of mind I was in when I started a post. So, I decided to share the drafts with you, the way they are. Some of them only have the title in place, some have</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-thoughts-everywhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-1174975415627899595</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T15:29:31.545+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blabbering</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hindi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Verses</category><title>A thought</title><atom:summary type='text'>वो कहते हैं ठहराव ज़िन्दगी को कामयाब करता है,हम तो बेचैनी के सहारे ही खुशियाँ पाते हैं|</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-5509459876940992081</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T02:45:02.703+05:30</atom:updated><title>Living in the past</title><atom:summary type='text'>In a conversation today, my friend said, "When the past is rosy, the present almost always pales." Does it really?</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-712957722383608778</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T09:52:43.362+05:30</atom:updated><title>Morning amusement</title><atom:summary type='text'>At 7:40 this morning, I opened the door to find a couple of plastic balls sprint inside. I wondered if someone had left an open garbage bag outside. I rubbed my eyes to realize that what I perceived as plastic were two tiny chicks who had let themselves inside my house with authority. Before I could understand what was going on, a third 'ball' followed. And each of them sported a unique colour: </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-amusement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-5754778592534744532</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T11:25:31.049+05:30</atom:updated><title>Being the Fifth Estate or the Revolutionary Vehicle: How huge is our responsibility as bloggers</title><atom:summary type='text'>It’s just been a decade since blogging started, and yet the blogosphere attracts millions of netizens everyday. Every bit of news is followed up by tens or more of opinion blog posts. Consequently, these opinion follow-ups elicit comments and reactions from more people. Blogs, whether opinionated, rhetorical, or explanatory, make news and concepts easier to understand. Though not recognized at a </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-fifth-estate-or-revolutionary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-1213019716665988673</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T00:00:15.092+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blabbering</category><title>How does one prove to oneself?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Some time ago, a friend, who had quit recently and was working on his own venture, wondered how we tend to give our best to work that we do for others but fail to give as much importance and effort to our own work. We discussed this at length and wondered if it was the regular income that drove us. But then, one's own venture needs more effort to draw the money. If it isn't money, is it about the</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-does-one-prove-to-oneself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-3302753125461517976</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T20:09:21.111+05:30</atom:updated><title>Afraid?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I have had several moments in the last couple of months that tempted me to make a blog entry. However, I could not finish a post even if I started it. I do not struggle to gather my thoughts or express in front of a friend but when it comes to jotting them down in the blog, I find the passion missing. It is strange because these are things I feel strongly about. I had once mentioned that it is my</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/afraid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-277954803819664250</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T16:42:49.740+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Review</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Movies</category><title>Gulaal spreads all over me</title><atom:summary type='text'>"ये महलों, ये तख्तों, ये ताजों की दुनिया,ये इंसां के दुश्मन समाजों की दुनिया, ये दौलत के भूखे रवाजों की दुनिया, ये दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाए तो क्या है?"(Yeh mahlon, yeh takhton, yeh taajon ki duniya,Yeh insaan ke dushman samajon ki duniya,yeh daulat ke bhookhe rawazon ki duniya,yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye toh kya hai?)This song from Guru Dutt's Pyaasa had a severe effect on the audience. The song </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/03/gulaal-spreads-all-over-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-7975149352027253218</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T13:59:04.312+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Review</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Slumdog Millionaire</category><title>About fate and hopes - the slumdog's journey</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Ratti Ratti Sachi Maine Jaan Gavayi Hai Nach Nach Koylo Pe Raat Bitayi Hai Akhiyon Ki Neend Maine Phoonko Se Uda Di Neele Tare Se Maine Ungli Jalayi Hai"'Jai Ho!' resonates in your ears long after the movie's credits end. Everybody loves an underdog win, but it's not only about the winning that makes the film special. The calm on Jamal's face, disguised in a smile, even as he is clueless about </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-hopes-and-fate-slumdogs-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-1413581338067027506</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 08:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T14:46:43.677+05:30</atom:updated><title>Koshish - an effort at making things better</title><atom:summary type='text'>Can one person bring about a revolution? History tells us that it takes only one person to lay the foundation of a revolution. Can I lay one? A revolution for what? For making the world a better place. Cliched as it may sound, the need for making the world a better place has always been there and will continue to be there. You and I may lead a comfortable life - which is not without constant </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2009/01/koshish-effort-at-making-things-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-4691323844075073724</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T18:23:25.031+05:30</atom:updated><title>Shying away from expression...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Playing it safe, am I? A discussion with a friend today raised the subject of ‘voicing out opinions’ and ‘faking an agreement’. It started with me telling her that in a conversation/discussion, I nod in agreement to a point the other person is making when I know my point is not getting across. I told her that I fake an agreement typically with elders or with people who do not have the same </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/shying-away-from-expression.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-8153768008183666831</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-07T21:00:13.124+05:30</atom:updated><title>Struggling with clarity of expression</title><atom:summary type='text'>Borrowing a couple of lines from the poet, Ghanshyam's diary, here's what my state of mind is right now.कहने को तो हजारों बातें हैं, मगर उलझी हुई हैं सब एक-दुसरे से |</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/12/struggling-with-clarity-of-expression.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-837814652355124258</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T11:26:34.750+05:30</atom:updated><title>Pain</title><atom:summary type='text'>Never felt so helpless, so restless in my life. I am sure there were many like me following the news closely, unable to get back to the normal pace of life. Goosebumps and shivers accompanied every bit of information that the media passed on to us. What is the end-goal of these people? Do they think nations like the US, the UK and India will handover their governance to them? What are they </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-felt-so-helpless-so-restless-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-5415299869152247368</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T18:46:17.164+05:30</atom:updated><title>My second encounter with the White Tiger</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday, after my chance encounter with the White Tiger, I got back to work but not for too long. The load shedding kept me tied to the living area surrounded by the light of two candles. So, with nothing else to do, I started reading the book again. In some time, there was a knock on the door. As I opened the door, A flashed a big smile and handed me a wrapped packet and said, "Gift!" He must </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-second-encounter-with-white-tiger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-6839624950774107998</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T19:28:24.358+05:30</atom:updated><title>My chance encounter with the White Tiger</title><atom:summary type='text'>In the middle of planning the work towards meeting a couple of deadlines this week and a few family and social commitments, I went to wake up M from his untimely sleep when I noticed Adiga's White Tiger on his bed. I have closely followed all the discussions, articles, the special report in the Sunday Times following the book winning the Booker Prize. I somehow developed a strong feeling that I </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-chance-encounter-with-white-tiger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-6391091741833598111</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T14:25:17.337+05:30</atom:updated><title>Honoured and humbled</title><atom:summary type='text'>I sit down to write a post with a feeling that it's high time I posted something. However, I cannot focus on only one subject. Seems another assorted post is in the offing. Or, a confused one.I have had a multitude of new experiences over the last two months. Now, one would argue that an experience is always new when it happens. However, when I say 'new', I mean 'fresh and unprecedented'. One of </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/11/honored-and-humbled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45HHi_dbbr4/SR_NGsFmZFI/AAAAAAAABDo/P0KVHxln2HI/s72-c/saaral_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-7135914417959957069</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T02:30:40.409+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hindi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Verses</category><title>Not letting dreams die...</title><atom:summary type='text'>सपने भी कभी चुभते हैं आंखों में?ऐसा सुना तो नही था पहले कभी.क्यों उसकी आंखों से खून रिसता है फिर?टूटे सपनो ने खरोचा है शायद.सुकून अगर सपनो के ख़त्म होने पर नही,तो क्यों नही करें एक बार फिर कोशिश?हिम्मत हार कर तो होंगे हताश ही, हिम्मत को आज़मा कर ही देखा जाय.</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-letting-dreams-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-5284027245655654930</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T19:00:34.635+05:30</atom:updated><title>No time for life...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Realize the importance of W. H. Davies' poem, Leisure today.WHAT is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows:No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night:No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-time-for-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-455694800794683155</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T23:12:03.862+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Views and Opinions</category><title>Not down, but depressed</title><atom:summary type='text'>ईश्वर, अल्लाह, तेरे जहाँ में नफ़रत क्यों है, जंग है क्यों?  तेरा दिल तो इतना बड़ा है, इंसान का दिल तंग है क्यों?- From the movie 1947 EarthAnother series of blasts, and we already seem to have recovered from the trauma. In fact, these things do not seem to affect us at all, because they happen to others. Are they really happening to others? If the people in pre-independent India also thought that</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-down-but-depressed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-2569040147685872822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T23:12:03.863+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Views and Opinions</category><title>Can we let trust die?</title><atom:summary type='text'>In response to my last post, a friend said that she is afraid that the donations won't reach the needy. I know that she is one of those people who are eager to help but the thought of the money not reaching the needy makes her a bit sceptical. Still, I know she will help. On the other hand, some of us stop ourselves from helping because we think our help will land in the wrong hands. I believe </atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-we-let-trust-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603417229988193374.post-8251974193215371543</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T23:12:03.863+05:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Views and Opinions</category><title>It doesn't take too much to make use of our being.</title><atom:summary type='text'>A cousin, who is a doctor, reached Bihar today to help with the flood relief. Some people I know are eager to go to Bihar to contribute physically to the efforts. However, doctors and swimmers can be of more help than others. But all of us can contribute in some way or the other, nothing being any less significant. And it's not only about sending money, but sending medicines, milk powder, clothes</atom:summary><link>http://dieharddreamer.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-doesnt-take-too-much-to-make-use-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anuradha Sinha)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>