<?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-3744959603271727612</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 01:55:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>failed careers</category><category>lofty careers</category><category>professional help</category><category>Cricket World Cup</category><category>Fernando Torres leaving Liverpool</category><category>India World Cup</category><category>Kolkata pictures</category><category>New Year Mumbai</category><category>agony aunt parody</category><category>annoying things to irritate others</category><category>archaeologist</category><category>artist</category><category>astronaut</category><category>backfire</category><category>battling common cold easily</category><category>beautiful skies</category><category>birthday presents</category><category>book parodies</category><category>comma dash</category><category>daffynitions</category><category>douglas adams</category><category>driver&#39;s licence</category><category>driving test</category><category>fever</category><category>finger burn</category><category>forgetting names and faces</category><category>formula 1 india</category><category>funny poetry</category><category>funny product ad</category><category>funny signs</category><category>halt</category><category>how to infuriate others</category><category>how to publicise</category><category>indian local transport</category><category>junk food</category><category>learner&#39;s licence</category><category>learner&#39;s licence india</category><category>like</category><category>modern art</category><category>nonsense</category><category>nonsense poetry</category><category>oxford comma</category><category>parody</category><category>potato chips</category><category>publicising blog</category><category>puns</category><category>random</category><category>serial comma</category><category>shopping - a curse</category><category>top ten</category><category>towel</category><category>towel day</category><category>turbulence ahead</category><category>unhealthy food</category><category>usage of the word like</category><category>woodpecker</category><category>word puns</category><title>Halt! Turbulence Ahead.</title><description>Humour, Confusion, Strange Observations. Personified.</description><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-2935235868084672162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-30T22:37:48.191+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopping - a curse</category><title>Shopping: The Curse of the Intelligent Classes</title><atom:summary type="text">

Of course, I made it sound a lot more impolite.



It&#39;s an activity that I try my best to stay away from as far as possible. The reason for my grouse is this:

Whenever old or current (female) friends decide to meet up for a quick get-together, this is almost always the situation:


























And so it is. I am mysteriously busy every time they make plans.

I choose to generally </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/11/shopping-curse-of-intelligent-classes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67RT0btqlYNwf6815va2E-_LaLix2AUV1UKo2G9mVGOaMmI-qBYG0ZlL048yITXlP4s5RQn25-ElZ0piE9czLmHbHAj4tz284OgWhNXQjqryCvBKjCg-3JDiotpUlRiV9XPCO0-uJM6tV/s72-c/Scan1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-5283457664369997018</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T16:50:18.546+05:30</atom:updated><title>Throwing Subtlety Out of the Window</title><atom:summary type="text">

There. I&#39;m experimenting with some new templates to... er, snazz it up, as teenagers say today. For a long time the blog&#39;s been looking like the insides of a brain-dead surgeon&#39;s -- well -- brain. Now, however, it screams out at me. In a nice way.



Who doesn&#39;t like being screamed at in a nice way?

Edit: I think I&#39;ll keep changing the theme often. That way I won&#39;t get bored and will actually </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/11/throwing-subtlety-out-of-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-5218964205704195368</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-03T20:08:11.343+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">like</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">usage of the word like</category><title>Like, Like Like?</title><atom:summary type="text">

&#39;Like&#39; is not only a Facebook expression. It is a demonic proposition.



Gone are the days I used to associate unnecessary usage of the word like with Shaggy from the Scooby Doo series. No, now the matter has gone out of hand.





This is the new buzzword. Now adolescents get judged on the basis of the number of likes they can effectively use in a sentence. Since I cannot succeed at this, I </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-like-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwfY6m-E2K64eIqOogHwrumxXCOLbEiJ2hvuo7OWuCFlD05GX24OUOwetkZaYdkSFVMvGzdNa-trfAkIf9eYSUfbvadyg4WcooOt1JSDLTTxyxkIyIHW1pWqOxC38-B_Mses37ymoYRDCB/s72-c/Like.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-7603045587610647235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T16:55:43.600+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">formula 1 india</category><title>... And the 30th is Nearing...</title><atom:summary type="text">

India is going to host its first Formula One race ever, and all I see is grid girls on ads?



I was playing some online games the other time. (Yes, so what? There is no shame in admitting it, I suppose.) While I was waiting for the game to load, it immediately sensed that I&#39;m from India, and played me an ad showing a grid girl doing, well, what a grid girl is supposed to do.



And all this </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-30th-is-nearing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwsBsn9Rx0mjNx494uLyct7UZZtAcw3z8HduJRE0dFHUqexMqPxFWr0SHBoMlJMmE6LOBw4gK6Y_fuvf00H_qXyAtah2Kv7RGmoHp6vSPGn5r67gsk44mIISXRItf_0g31hxqjjsyxhEJ/s72-c/indian+gp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-3503681632858605144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T22:45:32.873+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oxford comma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">serial comma</category><title>I Endorse the Serial Comma</title><atom:summary type="text">
Plain and simply, that means I use a comma before &#39;and&#39; in a list.

This means I&#39;d rather write a sentence this way:


&#39;Rhino horns, orangutan hair, and french fries are all rather delicious.&#39;

instead of eliminating the comma after &#39;orangutan hair.&#39;


We&#39;ve all been taught in school that this is wrong, and that it&#39;s possible we&#39;ll die a gruesome, elephant dropping-related death if we do use it.</atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-endorse-serial-comma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-1725772356133414007</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T18:51:34.005+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">indian local transport</category><title>An Indian Local Transport Epiphany</title><atom:summary type="text">

Everyone must doubtless have heard stories and/or seen pictures that depict the famous local trains of India. Now here&#39;s the thing about them: all of them are at least partly true.



People do hang out of trains during peak hour. They do not sit on top of them, fortunately.



Buses are more peaceful. But here again, the noisy chatter of the vehicles outside really upsets the deal.



In any </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/09/indian-local-transport-epiphany.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHWEsHGVP_ZkhYKJOZjr6Zeape75nFEBf-k35mR2YJQiTZhgEEHYcS84Ppd3ktlFYixDQ9wgBoMMk12ZXV-yRxBDJ5fyw6Ih617RXIXg_sXwh17I_Wq-rlvKtKSceNsXVi7FWv9dwc0Zu/s72-c/bus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-5221251984711810804</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-07T20:27:06.133+05:30</atom:updated><title>Follow Me...</title><atom:summary type="text">

No, by &#39;follow me&#39; I don&#39;t mean for you to follow my path of laziness. I mean for you to follow my blog. You see, I want to be a writer, and a supermarvellousamazing one at that. I don&#39;t want to be a ruddy journalist, or work in advertising, or be a news reporter. I want the real deal (yes, you may say I&#39;m a dreamer).



For that, I need to be famous on the Internet. Okay, okay. I know it&#39;s as </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/09/follow-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJL_uKDsTaDv6kG04c8PUCO_6INWrcI915Lxd0cx1xHl13T0eKgrIiR8DbVI-aW_xTp_TpSUhFTxW3GPb4W2XAYla946qVyFflx26TdJaIqioWNi2DGoAmTr678nTuYM955UPBui26WPs4/s72-c/lentil+cappucino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0176147 72.8561644</georss:point><georss:box>18.7774257 72.5403074 19.2578037 73.172021399999991</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-4295202613975141112</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-07T16:49:27.839+05:30</atom:updated><title>The World Population&#39;s Average Age is Reducing</title><atom:summary type="text">How do I know? I&#39;ll tell you how.
Users have come to my blog for the past one week only courtesy my Driving Licence post (I&#39;m not even going to provide a link; see, there it is, in the &#39;Best Ones&#39; table).
In fact, Google says the searches were dominated by &#39;turn right&#39;, &#39;to turn&#39;, and &#39;turn right traffic sign&#39;. And hence were directed to the picture I had taken off Google Images. And that yielded</atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/08/world-populations-average-age-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-2439750325969555328</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-03T21:45:46.127+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny product ad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">potato chips</category><title>Product &#39;Placement&#39; #2</title><atom:summary type="text">Following my very favourable stint advertising a towel, I&#39;m here to explain why a certain new brand of potato chips would do you a lot of good. And just like the towel, each segment of each chip will have different components of flavour, healthy ingredients, and even the not-so-good parts which will destroy your bladder but which will make you feel good in the fifteen minutes following your </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/07/product-placement-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CQO-OuLARIthlM96xaC1ouK8WbkJnw4Vu3OdWRektUM0kaPw9QkRtsFK-IPXqHI-7KGRFGtglI61-uwGu023Rjv-fFjrpoTFnQZBztgkzRzKFcBY3b92dy4WTYZV_u2nsjJMSoGuUtZx/s72-c/Chip.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-4029545500922548741</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 06:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-26T11:38:20.462+05:30</atom:updated><title>What Has the World Come To?</title><atom:summary type="text">In the 20-odd days I took for Blogger break, the world has changed in a variety of unspeakable ways. How could these things be allowed to happen?
1) If you go to Google images and type &#39;p&#39;, this is what comes up first:



Damn you, Autocomplete!
Really, is the world developing such distasteful interests out of choice or boredom?
I&#39;d rather check Images for pizza or even Periodic Table. (PS: Pink?</atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-has-world-come-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqpxxjpX9MuMHeyB05e8lPi5lzTTBceSLnCBupSL_iHy11ucoxTOFEWS51mgLMnshfURYtJZBUCGQ1fargFPCgYPFzc2A_YSKTgDm-E2VFXDWKZsPvtxB35u3f_brZRqR7XXrWUODI-XA/s72-c/google+search.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-5142420985900409019</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T18:52:27.470+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">annoying things to irritate others</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how to infuriate others</category><title>5 Annoying Things Worth Doing Intentionally Just to Infuriate People</title><atom:summary type="text">

Yes, the answer to everyone&#39;s deepest question is here. These are fairly easy to execute and are the perfect consequence of raised spirits. What&#39;s more, they may well be normal everyday scenarios, so you won&#39;t have to go out of your way to do them.





#1&amp;nbsp; A SMack



Taking a scarily long time to finalise the order at the front of a self-service booth line.











# 2&amp;nbsp; Trial </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-annoying-things-worth-doing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-0fzu_jz-rE90V66Ix-NmtijWJCejprz8YjdAxwNRHCTSkdK00R4M-QQJ-ev7mNcSdlZ9hLyh4TpyBzFzclKLxD-GpCUs-nFRUDxxUkGtQZxR_6FFt95hSDhb1EP9CKoWCjf2rnB6r1cP/s72-c/Scan4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-3146163436234753382</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-31T13:45:19.329+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">douglas adams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">towel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">towel day</category><title>Product  &#39;Placement&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m here to *ahem* advertise a towel. No? Who&#39;d pay me? Why would I? Well, here&#39;s the deal: it&#39;s a nicely multipurpose towel, and here&#39;s why....
a) The towel is handy for any mutant fight, be it a physical tussle or mental:
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i) For a physical tussle, the thick fibres of this Turkish towel withstand any amount of force -- pulling or flinging -- which is within 1750 Newtons.
&amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/05/product-placement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9q-pBJW_kqLuIHSdUPg1GBN7uffmYayi6xSmsEwR3mXCI9hTX5Qu0AYOm_jhtmzejYN-MzweGolx6NS61VhWrhfjpAmw4tkGy89iGvUYH36Wci7BevlN6Ku5Xz43XviCGSNyZ2_h66cZg/s72-c/Photo0660.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-7690749141087644591</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T23:58:23.677+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">backfire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nonsense</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woodpecker</category><title>Monoblogue</title><atom:summary type="text">Post me.


Oh, PLEASE post me. No, really.

I&#39;m missing it. I&#39;m missing the fame, I&#39;m missing the lights, the show, the drama, the surprises... I&#39;m missing everything.

It&#39;s been what, two days&amp;nbsp;since this absolute fool of a woman - who thinks she&#39;s very smart in the first place - posted me, and after some really long (but not tedious, mind you) debates and discussions with dear ol&#39; Blogger, </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/05/monoblogue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-3670047241914466651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 14:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-19T00:06:30.296+05:30</atom:updated><title>Geavanceerde? Yo? Ce n&#39;est pas possible...</title><atom:summary type="text">There has been a tiny option on the Google page that I&#39;ve been using for far too long. Next to the search bar, there&#39;s &#39;Advanced search&#39; in minuscule font, as if it wants to be missed. Shoddy.
Now, the reason I do this is to get an idea of the complexity of language I use for my blog.
This is what it gives me:

(I hate this going into the sidebar. ---&amp;gt;)
This means almost all the people who </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/05/geavanceerde-yo-ce-nest-pas-possible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCpUtONSR6sy-7J5_Jedz4jxQ52yKusuug-Q4ED2Nz6snHzc4Tc_pskTXEzX15O_hrrzkPiYyE3DWkUFq-GepAm07xPgxsxwtIKM7BijO_S_5SmdU4TPAvPs5N_d7VFo7eVtDPoX8Y72k/s72-c/reading+levels.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-7733017327233000891</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-08T23:06:27.918+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">archaeologist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failed careers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lofty careers</category><title>A Series of Failed Occupations: Careers That Never Took Off (Part Three)</title><atom:summary type="text">PART THREE: Archaeologist
Expectations
The regular kid won&#39;t really prefer to go for archaeology. But that doesn&#39;t mean only a history buff will. Anyone who&#39;s obsessed with finding out &#39;secrets&#39; about the past and discovering new things could well like it. (Did that just sound like a bunch of teenage girls?)
Anyway, at any age, here are archaeology&#39;s expectations:




The dinosaur remains is the </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/05/series-of-failed-occupations-careers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkCy1zI4SuJ67Foafk0Rwf1IX_Ysv9BnkgjnsmhefBLmfecMt5QoeEiyU54qQdokPPsS-KKJFuZ3THdI0TwuyiSq4vT4Eg7v1IXCo99eS_3ozgKhcDEe5QcZTIDZJ7DGuKuGVp5d2pbpR/s72-c/Photo0631.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-4987046835878552532</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-07T15:51:01.850+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">artist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failed careers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lofty careers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">modern art</category><title>A Series of Failed Occupations: Careers That Never Took Off (Part Two)</title><atom:summary type="text">PART TWO: Artist

This is the creative doodler of the class, always looking for pencil stubs for reasons other than poking into others&#39; eyes.

Expectations
Our subject expects this to be a strictly part-time &#39;job&#39;. After all, painters work when in the mood. But the money earned in that little moody spell is aptly illustrated thus:


This is the famed Irregular Pentagon of Success.

For point A, </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/04/series-of-failed-occupations-careers_30.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRLy3o6NdH23akt62OshM9hL1XjCPmzfcXk6EaL5Kjka6B7v6BMlWBSJi6POvhA5XjgYXT-iFqVcpRjx3bLN0JJ5viO9pnIYidKtwF1X-ClUMMqrs6XcikYwSL8VUZayh3qoaDxvPXoZi/s72-c/Photo0612.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-6536719339972637169</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-07T15:47:47.692+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">astronaut</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failed careers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lofty careers</category><title>A Series of Failed Occupations: Careers That Never Took Off</title><atom:summary type="text">PROLOGUE

What  am I talking about? I&#39;m talking about exciting careers most of us (if  not all) wanted to take up at some young point in our lives, only to  either a) end up in an altogether different profession, or b) find out  the hype was unnecessary, as in, discover that marine exploring was not  so much diving for treasure as observing rare varieties of rock.
Here I&#39;ll try to encapsulate a </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/04/series-of-failed-occupations-careers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWvzgDtKZ0GHvnxPM2INRLeMUCfkIbydneYgmONynl732sukpyK877daRcHTNpXdLgp9npK37_XyLnvWv-zXBNbEp128uZwIdAy8ySnTnuxPsUqpkU4bwHxZ9Y839mlYn1PViiw0IePJF/s72-c/Photo0607.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-6887379444766203894</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-15T22:25:57.352+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daffynitions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">word puns</category><title>Daffynitions: My New &#39;Thing&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">At one point a few years ago, I used to be madly in love with anagrams. You won&#39;t believe how much. Really, you won&#39;t. I had even downloaded an application or two that could &#39;anagram&#39; any phrase, or words, however long, and give a nicely ordered sequence.
Anyway, my current obsession is &#39;daffynitions&#39;, and I have two-pages-full of them (so far).
Here are just a few of them (well illustrated, </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/04/daffynitions-my-new-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-PabTvgQ7EamiddOA8fqBWZLDzZGUjUO08pD63KsxfIdzoK-YkoyGuPSfI6S_Opg3PoLxYShF7X4sV8yhVzR9jk9ldIW6QairqT-QRuMcfg4uFH3DfSShF5e8fFShB6X5nfizDS-34wL/s72-c/Photo0603.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-4644737277195873310</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2011 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-09T12:16:14.508+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India World Cup</category><title>An Utterly Useless Post (of Sorts)</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been nearly a week since India won the World Cup. Here&#39;s my way of commemorating it: making a list of the most popular interjections.Yahoo!
Yippee!
Hooray!
Ha!
Bingo!
Whoa!
Cheers!
pwned! (Internet slang counts.)
Yeah! (Well...)
Bam! 
Bravo!
Wow!
Zap! (Yes, I can.)
w00t!
Aha!
Ding-dong! (No, really.)
Ta-da!
Indeed. They deserveth. 
 </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/04/utterly-useless-post-of-sorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-2004336621864122870</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-31T21:47:17.272+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">driving test</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finger burn</category><title>A Finger Burn, a 103° Fever, and a Driving Test</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes, indeed. You guessed it.Pity, really.
I was handling some steaming daal in a vessel. As I ladled it out into a little bowl, BAM! Unbeknownst to me, my third finger was touching the bottom of the bowl. And the bottom, as Physics and Chemistry tell you, piles on the degrees super-fast, like an obese sponge hopping for even more water, never content.


Regrettably, it expanded to the size of a </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/03/finger-burn-103-fever-and-driving-test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoopw3ORrYnjNnuQwGkzUvXzyr-adEL4JRi5Zbt7iq4X2_pOFcTfXUDB59pBJJF98wihDqrj5bzaZdzfcrHtj_NKvUEEd2iTvQtcCgA23WzqRIp-gP9wnHRo-Nmogd3cGv8hpSKYjyx_X/s72-c/Photo0591.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-6141571085956934539</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T21:54:00.269+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Sword is Mightier than Irrationality</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s what I wanted to be doing at seventeen:

Reading about my own work being read
Here&#39;s what I ended up doing at seventeen:

&amp;nbsp;Reading others&#39; work (being read)

Arts? they asked. Why Arts?
From the three functional streams in India of Science, Commerce, and Arts, it seems to me that yes, I do need Arts.
I have tried out Science, of course, and loved it. But I can&#39;t make a career in </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/03/sword-is-mightier-than-irrationality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1yh16sCN8MnL7kOpAS6toSqV0KvE4Li3IHbrraZ5HJW7hvTI0-oJIj5UI-mB5vscHjXOge-G3RrPsdRnvJNxTgpm4PPBjDinJAUqr0FZ4eQTVGXlggaE0SE0n3ykag9Ld79q5aW3WH9-/s72-c/Photo0589A.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-2533924693062825857</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T21:55:35.641+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nonsense poetry</category><title>And Thereby Hangs a Tail...</title><atom:summary type="text">Time to be subjected to one of my untasteful poems again.
This time I&#39;ll do it live with a Random Word Generator, and even keep track of the time I took to compose it.
Now, noun: madhouse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; adjective: flameproof&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; verb: flow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; adverb: flaccidly(of varying difficulties)
Time begins... NOW.
A flameproof </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-thereby-hangs-tail_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-4222840297623962848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-28T16:25:46.170+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket World Cup</category><title>A Roundhouse Kick in the Mouth</title><atom:summary type="text">Sportspeople are champions at shooting. Shooting unintelligible things out of their mouth, that is.
To commemorate the newly begun Cricket World Cup (sponsored by -- to the best of my knowledge -- TATA [for lighting], Airtel [for relaying scores over the phone to faraway relatives too lazy to switch on the telly], Sony&amp;nbsp;[for that amazing HD experience], and Bisleri&amp;nbsp;[for drinks breaks], </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/02/roundhouse-kick-in-mouth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigZIl3193mAmRKz44DS3cSN40L7pSNrU6uyV0VizO1pKoit_0m3f2g13_dUC0yc03wNX9A_jKnQKFIycejZQhivwXwD6XzFI7tsLqYtiNtaIsDWf7utR8w7_lrnNkdk9outbV3zm8tYMw/s72-c/worldcup.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-7353070648996987328</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-22T15:48:35.061+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">driver&#39;s licence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learner&#39;s licence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">learner&#39;s licence india</category><title>Driving Licence application + India + Confusion = Well, Confusion.</title><atom:summary type="text">

Actually, it&#39;s not even a Licence application.



It&#39;s a Learner&#39;s Licence application.



We had to get ourselves down to the Regional Transport Office (Road Transactions, rather) in Andheri, which is an hour away from home.



Now here&#39;s what they normally do.



1) If you&#39;ve enrolled with one, the driving school gives you a big chart which has common road signs and signals and vehicle laws </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/02/driving-licence-application-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kiP2Bsa1NkYzYhlzz8DOgGYfQWO4fTLsZDFWfxjs-ohsHbo4ERgukdJJGLw8_S_1kQid2QDmwedPD8p0XWu__SaP38cAc3xGd133JHfxWoZCcay8oF1KAYd0eaTOwco8xxQvt1SFUdVJ/s72-c/Photo0542+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744959603271727612.post-7927999730825220462</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-12T21:36:41.779+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beautiful skies</category><title>Seven Most Beautiful Skies (that I&#39;ve Seen)</title><atom:summary type="text">(And you must know I&#39;m quite the sky observer.) 


7) Pitch dark sky + incompetence of mobile camera = THIS.

6) The cloud patterns look complicatedly great.

[ZOOOOM] 


5) This was taken in Mahabaleshwar, over the lake. I love it.



4) This was on the way to Bhandardara, a hill station. It had been raining continuously and this is how it looked.


3) The whizzy clouds perched atop a concrete </atom:summary><link>http://haltturbulenceahead.blogspot.com/2011/02/seven-most-beautiful-skies-that-ive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Priyanka Mehta)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtD_UnunaKdfNFHU01MlGWd6YzlEXwDqJWdnw51BY4Cls2GOhoV17U4-GcEmgN69f2kxKwpQQmOclEXI5sahXHybM3u4SZikZPQZjnkEsXZj0J5wgBDY61tGoBpPvK6ehrxV_LIJi51ce/s72-c/La+Nuit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>