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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcESXc5fCp7ImA9WhRUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288</id><updated>2012-01-30T05:06:48.924-05:00</updated><category term="nostalgia" /><category term="other" /><category term="milestone" /><category term="personal" /><category term="movies" /><category term="books" /><category term="everyday" /><category term="politics" /><category term="culture" /><category term="desicritics" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="garden" /><category term="Fair game" /><category term="school" /><category term="ideas" /><category term="award" /><category term="Chip" /><category term="misc" /><category term="home" /><category term="travel" /><category term="tags" /><category term="festivals" /><category term="book review" /><category term="everyday life" /><category term="mothertalk" /><category term="health" /><category term="cooking and baking" /><title>Karma Calling</title><subtitle type="html">How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live - Thoreau</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13781198953037866788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KarmaCalling" /><feedburner:info uri="karmacalling" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBSXgyeip7ImA9WxBaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-5731972364628678049</id><published>2010-03-24T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:52:38.692-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-24T22:52:38.692-04:00</app:edited><title>Flickr</title><summary type="html">Finally, I thought it was time to have a Flickr account - as if a facebook, twitter, blog aren't enough to connect me socially :)http://www.flickr.com/photos/48680254@N03&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/1GuiR0Qge5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5731972364628678049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=5731972364628678049" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5731972364628678049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5731972364628678049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/1GuiR0Qge5U/flickr.html" title="Flickr" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13781198953037866788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/flickr.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCRHwyeCp7ImA9WxBaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-7881181526509108200</id><published>2010-03-20T14:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:22:45.290-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-20T14:22:45.290-04:00</app:edited><title>The man with one arm</title><summary type="html">Spring has finally arrived. It has been warm and sunny. Blue skies. Gentle breeze. Yesterday was one such day. We got home from school, Chip played outside for a while and then we decided to go out for some pizza and a carousel ride at the mall. BigGeek had gone out for dinner, so it was just mother and son.The mall where we live, has an indoor play area. Chip loves to play there and yesterday &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/kTnz4dq-lgI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7881181526509108200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=7881181526509108200" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7881181526509108200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7881181526509108200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/kTnz4dq-lgI/man-with-one-arm.html" title="The man with one arm" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/man-with-one-arm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDSXs4cCp7ImA9WxBQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-8710023026499633950</id><published>2010-01-19T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:44:38.538-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-19T14:44:38.538-05:00</app:edited><title>On a Winter's Evening</title><summary type="html">This post a couple of days ago, took me back to the end of a what was a very cold December. It was just after Christmas, and it was bitter cold. We were stuffed to our gills with fragrant Thai curries and rice and as we stepped out of the restaurant, the cold wind snapped through the high-rise buildings and stung our faces while we braved ourselves to walk towards our car.It was bitter cold and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/5SDcZKXLedc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8710023026499633950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=8710023026499633950" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8710023026499633950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8710023026499633950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/5SDcZKXLedc/on-winters-evening.html" title="On a Winter's Evening" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-winters-evening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFSHw5fyp7ImA9WxBQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-4993962355173710282</id><published>2010-01-12T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:40:19.227-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-12T12:40:19.227-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>10 Random things going through my head</title><summary type="html">10 Random thoughts going in my mind right now1. It’s so warm here today. Just 30F (-1C for you metric types). Finally Chip can play outside.2. How am I going to manage to go to all these parties over the coming weekends?3. I want to buy stuff. But what? Actually, where do I start?4. Big Bang theory is the funniest show I have ever seen. I heart Sheldon.5. How long am I going to fool myself and my&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/UsDkaTatABw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4993962355173710282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=4993962355173710282" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/4993962355173710282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/4993962355173710282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/UsDkaTatABw/10-random-things-going-through-my-head.html" title="10 Random things going through my head" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-random-things-going-through-my-head.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHQX4yeyp7ImA9WxBRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-2036769743419306844</id><published>2010-01-04T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:52:10.093-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-04T12:52:10.093-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>It costs peanuts!!!</title><summary type="html">A ten day trip to India with a wedding thrown in is very, very frenzied, to put it mildly. There is stuff to be done, jet lag to be gotten over, family to be met, cranky child to be pacified and kept awake. Not to mention dealing with your own crankiness because of lack of sleep. In a jam-packed day, there is not a moment to be had for the self. After all, what is the point of travelling half the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/6iJJPgkY2mE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2036769743419306844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=2036769743419306844" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2036769743419306844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2036769743419306844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/6iJJPgkY2mE/it-costs-peanuts.html" title="It costs peanuts!!!" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-costs-peanuts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMAR309cSp7ImA9WxBREE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-7845135416455215704</id><published>2009-12-28T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:57:26.369-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-28T16:57:26.369-05:00</app:edited><title>Regular programming to resume soon!!</title><summary type="html">Hopefully 2010 should see a more dedicated me, blogging wise atleast. I just got back from a barely two week trip to India. We got back last Wednesday, drove to Connecticut to visit family on Thursday; because obviously a 24 hour plane ride does not cut it for us :) I have missed the best season of living in the US. The holiday season. It just feels very odd. The Christmas tree was put up in the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/4EANZO0GN-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7845135416455215704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=7845135416455215704" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7845135416455215704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7845135416455215704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/4EANZO0GN-g/regular-programming-to-resume-soon.html" title="Regular programming to resume soon!!" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/regular-programming-to-resume-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQX8yfyp7ImA9WxBTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-356405093519737820</id><published>2009-12-09T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:50:00.197-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T10:50:00.197-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ideas" /><title>It's trash, but...</title><summary type="html">why did I not think of it before?????http://www.quirky.com/products/13I would be rolling in millions, yes?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/kRtVqgG7cAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/356405093519737820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=356405093519737820" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/356405093519737820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/356405093519737820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/kRtVqgG7cAQ/its-trash-but.html" title="It's trash, but..." /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-trash-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRn48cCp7ImA9WxBTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-7072402864084073251</id><published>2009-12-07T12:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:59:17.078-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-07T12:59:17.078-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday" /><title>Let it snow!</title><summary type="html">There is a story about snow I'll never forget. This happened about two years ago.. or maybe it was three. Come to think about it, I think it was three years ago, because BigGeek was still in business school. So one cold day in February we had this huge ice storm. It looked lovely of course, the trees shimmering in ice-crystals, transforming the landscape into a regular fairyland, but the roads &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/egvvWW64_yo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7072402864084073251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=7072402864084073251" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7072402864084073251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7072402864084073251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/egvvWW64_yo/let-it-snow.html" title="Let it snow!" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/Sx05fdiiADI/AAAAAAAAAgE/KEbQTnV8w9U/s72-c/snow2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AARng-eyp7ImA9WxNaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-4392345741665765223</id><published>2009-12-04T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:22:27.653-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T16:22:27.653-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Dear Santa,</title><summary type="html">Yesterday my son Chip and I decided to get some holiday shopping done and went to the mall. The air had a slight chill, and the mall was all sparkling and glittery. Holiday music blared out of speakers. Shoppers laden with shopping bags, scurrying about with purpose. Amidst the hubbub, my son saw you. Sitting on your big red chair in the middle of the mall. My son was mesmerized.  His eyes would &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/GqTpn71aIuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4392345741665765223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=4392345741665765223" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/4392345741665765223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/4392345741665765223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/GqTpn71aIuc/dear-santa.html" title="Dear Santa," /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGQXw-fip7ImA9WxNaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-7030489465246825077</id><published>2009-12-03T13:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:22:00.256-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T16:22:00.256-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Catching Up</title><summary type="html">No, I haven’t been on a world cruise grande, if that’s what you have been thinking.  I was just testing how many people actually read this blog. And the answer is four.  Which means I have four really good BFFs in the bloggywogggy world. Even my father has stopped reading this, I see.  I haven’t seen a reminder from him either. Hmm.So I have mostly spent the last 6 weeks working, sulking, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/8kEjwKPvCaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7030489465246825077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=7030489465246825077" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7030489465246825077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7030489465246825077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/8kEjwKPvCaw/no-i-havent-been-on-world-cruise-grande.html" title="Catching Up" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/SxgC3SocdAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wZ_C49B39B4/s72-c/whitecake.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-i-havent-been-on-world-cruise-grande.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRHk6cCp7ImA9WxNWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-1584095615876721508</id><published>2009-10-15T22:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:32:55.718-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T22:32:55.718-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking and baking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="festivals" /><title>Happy Diwali</title><summary type="html">DotThoughts, BigGeek and Chip wish you and your loved ones a very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year!! I am missing being in India so much right now.. The phulbaaji and lavangi phatake and saap. Like I was telling a friend a minute ago, we used to have so much fun with saap that we forgot to choke on its fumes. Sigh. It's just so quiet here right now. No anaar and bhuichakras to see and no &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/jzlwm8-yudg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1584095615876721508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=1584095615876721508" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/1584095615876721508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/1584095615876721508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/jzlwm8-yudg/happy-diwali.html" title="Happy Diwali" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/StfWOSYhgTI/AAAAAAAAAek/otXYRyNtnEI/s72-c/faraal_2009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-diwali.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08AQ34-eSp7ImA9WxNWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-8691885890062687968</id><published>2009-10-14T16:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:30:42.051-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T17:30:42.051-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday" /><title>Chakli Fail</title><summary type="html">It’s feeling like Diwali. The air has a bit of chill, but not too much. The maples in our backyard are looking absolutely divine in the mornings, as if the early sun has risen only to spray their tops in shimmering gold. There is a little crunch of leaves underfoot, the scent of Autumn in the air. This time of the year is a perfect time to celebrate Diwali. A few weeks later and it gets too cold,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/k2Nwp-8BODs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8691885890062687968/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=8691885890062687968" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8691885890062687968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8691885890062687968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/k2Nwp-8BODs/chakli-fail.html" title="Chakli Fail" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/chakli-fail.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQno7eSp7ImA9WxNWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-6135744955754952685</id><published>2009-10-13T16:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:51:53.401-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T16:51:53.401-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>A picture post</title><summary type="html"> Hot Spring - looks like a witch's caldron. Steam and bubbles.Elk at the watering hole Firehole Canyon Waterfall Forest Fire!!!! A wolf - See that look on it's face!The Grand Teton Range.. Can you spot the err..Don't remeber its name Waterfall The American Bald Eagle Mule Deer in the grass Firehole River and Geyser Bison - they are 2200lbs! Colter Bay Colors at the edges of Geysers. Thanks to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/KCRGoKoUk_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6135744955754952685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=6135744955754952685" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/6135744955754952685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/6135744955754952685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/KCRGoKoUk_4/picture-post.html" title="A picture post" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/StTnxHs44jI/AAAAAAAAAds/7OqwrRfOyhw/s72-c/IMG_0275.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBQH45cSp7ImA9WxNXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-991771974697514693</id><published>2009-09-28T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:24:11.029-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T17:24:11.029-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Grand Tetons</title><summary type="html">It’s funny how French lends an air of respectability to everything. We were driving along the scenic Jackson Lake to Grand Tetons. What does ‘teton’ mean, wondered BigGeek. Now is a good time to disclose the fact that I am the family’s trip advisor, guide and booking agent in one. I am the silly donut (as Chip would mischievously say) that reads up on places and creates spreadsheets and emails a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/enFDQm_4nCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/991771974697514693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=991771974697514693" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/991771974697514693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/991771974697514693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/enFDQm_4nCc/grand-tetons.html" title="Grand Tetons" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/grand-tetons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGQnw8cSp7ImA9WxNQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-1922503427593268960</id><published>2009-09-25T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:12:03.279-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T12:12:03.279-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Big Sky</title><summary type="html">The thing about writing about a trip you took two weeks after you get back is that everything seems a bit old, you know? A couple of weeks ago, we travelled cross-country (in a metal tube that flies) to World’s first National Park. Yellowstone. We are outdoorsy people. Our shapes and sizes belie this fact about us, but it’s true. Cross my heart. We cannot spend a week sunning on the beach; for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/_2BKhBDlvZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1922503427593268960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=1922503427593268960" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/1922503427593268960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/1922503427593268960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/_2BKhBDlvZc/big-sky.html" title="Big Sky" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-sky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINRnk6fip7ImA9WxNSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-2676600828092218655</id><published>2009-09-02T15:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:43:17.716-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T15:43:17.716-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>The White Tiger</title><summary type="html"> SummaryIn essence, this is a story of how Balram Halwai, a man born in a backward village in the “Darkness” and his ambition to rise above his poverty – to not stay a prey, but be the predator – one with a belly. From a job of splitting coals in a teashop, he becomes a driver (chauffeur) to a US-returned son of a landlord. He commits murder, becomes a social entrepreneur (his words), and finally&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/erTID6oSaP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2676600828092218655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=2676600828092218655" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2676600828092218655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2676600828092218655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/erTID6oSaP8/white-tiger.html" title="The White Tiger" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/Sp7Id5zAjlI/AAAAAAAAAak/Zz_NKLK6brA/s72-c/whitetiger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/white-tiger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MESHgyeyp7ImA9WxNSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-5784425542281484955</id><published>2009-08-28T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:03:29.693-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T12:03:29.693-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>C6H10N402</title><summary type="html">I have a fairly severe addiction. To the above mentioned substance. While I don’t abuse the substance per se, I definitely do need a fix on a diurnal basis. As BigGeek and Chip have learned through hard and nasty experience, its best to stay a few arm lengths away until I have imbibed my daily quota and my brain cells have all been sorted out nicely.This morning as I drove to work, my head ached,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/us1YkJKPkoY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5784425542281484955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=5784425542281484955" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5784425542281484955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5784425542281484955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/us1YkJKPkoY/c6h10n402.html" title="C6H10N402" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/c6h10n402.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQH08eCp7ImA9WxNTF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-7203794925402430488</id><published>2009-08-19T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:00:01.370-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-19T15:00:01.370-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Freshman</title><summary type="html">I am sitting in my car on a bumper-to-bumper road, on my way to work, listening to the local station trying to tell me how the roads are all clear. Yeah, right. Look at those darned cameras, now, you. Just as I am about to switch to my friend of misery, I hear an interesting tid-bit. That the class of 2013 was born in 19-fricking-91.Let’s do the math.In 2013, when the class graduates, Chip &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/64OEA_Dnk-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7203794925402430488/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=7203794925402430488" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7203794925402430488?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/7203794925402430488?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/64OEA_Dnk-g/freshman.html" title="Freshman" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/freshman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQ3o_eCp7ImA9WxNTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-3929963498888876423</id><published>2009-08-13T12:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:42:12.440-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T12:42:12.440-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Women, fire and other dangerous things</title><summary type="html">When we look at a sweeping landscapes, gory accidents or even a common object like a desk or a chair or a key, does the language we speak matter? I stumbled upon a very interesting article on EDGE that seems to think so. For years famed linguists like Chomsky and Co. were like, “Dude, no way!” and I daresay that’s still pretty much their stance in the matter, but after years of being swept under &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/WGSOVhJCSog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3929963498888876423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=3929963498888876423" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3929963498888876423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3929963498888876423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/WGSOVhJCSog/women-fire-and-other-dangerous-things.html" title="Women, fire and other dangerous things" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/women-fire-and-other-dangerous-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQXk4fip7ImA9WxNTEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-2479492406463198155</id><published>2009-08-10T12:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:28:00.736-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-11T14:28:00.736-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Summer will have its flies</title><summary type="html">The summer is passing by and I am simply watching it go by. Come to think of it, I like nothing about the summer. Except that it gets Chip out of my hair and on to his bike. Or except the veggies in the backyard produce a bounty and make shopping for vegetables eye-rolling-oh-so Winter ‘08. Or except that the sun lingers and doesn’t go to bed until, much, much later. Or that I can find a cushy &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/NYslEgs3vFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2479492406463198155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=2479492406463198155" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2479492406463198155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/2479492406463198155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/NYslEgs3vFw/summer-is-passing-by-and-i-am-simply.html" title="Summer will have its flies" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/SoG2RWz5b6I/AAAAAAAAAac/qI8GLkFsewI/s72-c/AK-landscape5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-is-passing-by-and-i-am-simply.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcEQX0zfip7ImA9WxJaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-8573390469282772467</id><published>2009-08-04T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:16:40.386-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T16:16:40.386-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><title>Birthday Clubs</title><summary type="html">Ok, I am not saying where or how, but some people who know each other only remotely through the intrawebs have come up with an idea of a Birthday Club. What is a Birthday Club, you ask? Well, according to one young parent, their child’s toddler birthday had no guests because they did not know any children that age. So appropriate aged birthday guests were being solicited over the intrawebs. The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/cNLQBAIqk5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8573390469282772467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=8573390469282772467" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8573390469282772467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8573390469282772467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/cNLQBAIqk5I/birthday-clubs.html" title="Birthday Clubs" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-clubs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ESHk5fip7ImA9WxJbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-3129079074613558075</id><published>2009-07-30T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:13:29.726-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T11:13:29.726-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="misc" /><title>Writer's Block and Other Stories</title><summary type="html">A writer’s block has no cure, I just found out. The old brain was mightily overloaded past few weeks. Work sometimes has that effect on me. Sometimes. And then the news of a wedding in the immediate family. Awesome news, that. I am missing all the excitement and action and my mother-in-law is certainly missing my help more, I am sure. My head has been wrapped in which sarees to buy. Never mind &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/wlg2aZ37RPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3129079074613558075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=3129079074613558075" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3129079074613558075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3129079074613558075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/wlg2aZ37RPU/writers-block-and-other-stories.html" title="Writer's Block and Other Stories" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQrGrmkEAAI/SnG4KfbuaFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5v-51TZt37E/s72-c/moon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/writers-block-and-other-stories.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACRXY7cCp7ImA9WxJVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-5446455373424156655</id><published>2009-07-02T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:29:24.808-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T13:29:24.808-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday" /><title>The Spat</title><summary type="html">So once upon a time, Aie and Baba were having a kitchen spat. I mean, what is a marriage without an occasional spat, right? Right? So, like most spats, it had no reason and one thing led to another. Lil Chip was standing by, watching the goings-on curiously. In the end, he decided to referee.Chip: Aie, Baba, wait. Don’t fight. Let me get you a beer.Baba: No, Chip. I don’t want a beer right &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/bHQv6zAnBeM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5446455373424156655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=5446455373424156655" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5446455373424156655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/5446455373424156655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/bHQv6zAnBeM/spat.html" title="The Spat" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/spat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCR309eCp7ImA9WxJVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-3743532739845941226</id><published>2009-06-26T12:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:41:06.360-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T12:41:06.360-04:00</app:edited><title>Off the wall</title><summary type="html">R.I.P, King of Pop.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/z3VxnE2rTP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3743532739845941226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=3743532739845941226" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3743532739845941226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/3743532739845941226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/z3VxnE2rTP8/off-wall.html" title="Off the wall" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-wall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCR3czeCp7ImA9WxJWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448652231201875288.post-8664058303741151050</id><published>2009-06-25T10:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:51:06.980-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T10:51:06.980-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday life" /><title>A domestic horror</title><summary type="html">A little while ago, Dipali tagged me to describe a domestic horror. Now, we have one, on a daily basis, and that’s me, but I think she meant one of a kind. Which would also be me, actually. However, a few months ago, a terror of some inconceivable magnitude descended upon us. Masked as a general contractor, wielding a clipboard, wearing expensive cologne and designer shirts. The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~4/7IyEI-ftb5g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8664058303741151050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448652231201875288&amp;postID=8664058303741151050" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8664058303741151050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448652231201875288/posts/default/8664058303741151050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KarmaCalling/~3/7IyEI-ftb5g/domestic-horror.html" title="A domestic horror" /><author><name>DotThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16585795632537010150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thekarmacallingblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/domestic-horror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

