<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593881</id><updated>2026-03-05T05:29:36.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Karma Just Ran Over Your Dogma</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Un-put-downable!&quot; - Time Magazine   *   &quot;What, she worry?&quot; - Mad Magazine   *   &quot;Good from start to finish&quot; - Encyclopaedia Britannica   *   &quot;Smart, Savvy and Sexy&quot; - Vogue   *   &quot;Tops!&quot; - Penthouse *  &quot;Utter crap!&quot; - CNN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190480692312079052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593881.post-2513991902789356531</id><published>2014-08-21T19:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-21T19:11:17.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone. Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Must hand it to the Indian public.&lt;br /&gt;
Wherever they may roam, eat and drink, they make themselves comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the cocoon of safe numbers, animated conversations shoot back and forth from the barrels of their mouths - at a certain decibel of course. Kids are left to &#39;play&#39; as in, run amok, stare at other diners. Wait a minute - what are other diners?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then there&#39;s the loner. &amp;nbsp;Like this guy I spotted at a popular coffee bar yesterday. Not that I was staring at him, but he happened to be in the flight path of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, he was so alone. But he had a book with him for company, not kids. He didn&#39;t disturb anyone, didn&#39;t make a nuisance of himself, just sipped his coffee quietly and read.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, he slowly kicked off his flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, he slowly dug himself deeper into the couch.&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, he slowly rested his head in the crook of his free arm.&lt;br /&gt;
After a while, he slowly put his legs up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was waiting for him to get completely horizontal. Then I would go hunting for a pillow for him.&lt;br /&gt;
But it was time for me and my friends to leave&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/2513991902789356531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/2513991902789356531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/2014/08/home-alone-not.html' title='Home Alone. Not'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190480692312079052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqr0hF8smo-uc7MIZjvICZZBkWmZqOX8oYjmbnxM4k7kJxrdex76Lm843V5dZuW_kp9PDnldjTcHwBeKqPqgWfS2tusrolOSdtJKabg7mY_XF6IJDzcGmoaxoT_p8SUh1KaTNaag/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593881.post-7275374475306181778</id><published>2014-08-21T07:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-21T07:41:17.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to make a comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s been a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;
Watch this space&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/7275374475306181778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/7275374475306181778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/2014/08/time-to-make-comeback.html' title='Time to make a comeback'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190480692312079052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593881.post-1282179928841494631</id><published>2012-11-05T16:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-21T07:29:08.759+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Instant Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhXNylD25Qrxc6beo0Drl3mnV1XRMhtIPqSbb0ABo1tEQE947Hz4zn3Mr_ANDHjgrJvKhOJW7tPXUSjQf6Jqi-JAKiN9jMgkoGp770USi52rBWuSF9ZWgQytOG3aW1m7ok86GIQ/s1600-h/ist2_2529344_candy_cane.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhXNylD25Qrxc6beo0Drl3mnV1XRMhtIPqSbb0ABo1tEQE947Hz4zn3Mr_ANDHjgrJvKhOJW7tPXUSjQf6Jqi-JAKiN9jMgkoGp770USi52rBWuSF9ZWgQytOG3aW1m7ok86GIQ/s320/ist2_2529344_candy_cane.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058296356878495698&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, thanks to everyone who waited forever for me to return!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Second of all, let me tell you about an exciting quick weight loss program I discovered yesterday, and which worked ... instantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was at a grocery store, which is like stores are, all over the world. Self-help stores, with their rows and rows of products, their lanes, their trolleys, are still a bit of a novelty for many people who do not live in affluent urban areas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I hunted for what I wanted, I noticed a young couple beside me, talking among themselves. They were obviously not well-to-do, self-conscious, and flustered at being in an air-conditioned store where &#39;rich people&#39; shopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They wanted to buy a single candy bar of a particular brand, and which costs less than 1 cent. The lady was clutching that 1 cent in one hand, and clutching her husband with the other. I couldn&#39;t help but overhear them as they debated endlessly how no one was attending to them, what they were supposed to do, what the &#39;system&#39; was at the store.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Exasperated that there was this huge display of candy of every brand imaginable, right in front of them, I finally turned around and said, rather sternly, I must confess, &quot;This is a self-help store. All you have to do is pick up the candy you want, and then go to the counter and pay for it. No attendent is going to come here and do it for you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The young man turned towards me and said plaintively, &quot;How can we pick up the candy by ourselves? We are both blind!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I have struggled with a weight problem all my life. Worked out like crazy, gone on starvation diets, tried all kinds of &#39;cures&#39; ... but I must say, nothing has ever made me feel so small, instantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/feeds/1282179928841494631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/2012/11/instant-weight-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/1282179928841494631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8593881/posts/default/1282179928841494631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karmarules.blogspot.com/2012/11/instant-weight-loss.html' title='Instant Weight Loss'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09190480692312079052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhXNylD25Qrxc6beo0Drl3mnV1XRMhtIPqSbb0ABo1tEQE947Hz4zn3Mr_ANDHjgrJvKhOJW7tPXUSjQf6Jqi-JAKiN9jMgkoGp770USi52rBWuSF9ZWgQytOG3aW1m7ok86GIQ/s72-c/ist2_2529344_candy_cane.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593881.post-6551875184455405175</id><published>2012-11-05T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-22T11:48:21.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Hog Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0suvWwUe42a4wn6mYcc7T3hOP9hIf-IU0UZ1pAisDO3JyD5B0g1C1OkHnvkekqsFdROWJT8mBdDJcKhxGfDt1CYjKeKJQQ-HkiGJkWOanKwKxr5tNO4TUzh1854jORTqCje3Vg/s1600-h/chocolate_cake.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0suvWwUe42a4wn6mYcc7T3hOP9hIf-IU0UZ1pAisDO3JyD5B0g1C1OkHnvkekqsFdROWJT8mBdDJcKhxGfDt1CYjKeKJQQ-HkiGJkWOanKwKxr5tNO4TUzh1854jORTqCje3Vg/s320/chocolate_cake.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065500212556884178&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;On discovering I am diabetic. Please singalong to the tune of The Doors&#39; &#39;Roadhouse Blues&#39;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah keep your eyes on the food,&lt;br /&gt;
Your hands upon the meal.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep your eyes on the food&lt;br /&gt;
Your hands upon the meal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, were going for the food vows&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna have a real screwed time.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, the back of the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;
They got some cake and jello.&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, the back of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;
They got some cake and hello?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chocklits for the people&lt;br /&gt;
Who like to go down slow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tootsie roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;
Tootsie,roll, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;
Tootsie, baby, roll.&lt;br /&gt;
Tootsie roll, all night long.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sugar lady&lt;br /&gt;
Sugar lady&lt;br /&gt;
Give up your vows.&lt;br /&gt;
Give up your vows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Save our sweety&lt;br /&gt;
Save our sweety&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, right now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I broke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;
And I was full of fear&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I broke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;
And I was full of fear&lt;br /&gt;
The futures uncertain&lt;br /&gt;
And the end is always near :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/590/1600/trfic1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/590/320/trfic1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hawk that phlegm and sing along with me. To the tune of, Gloria Gaynor&#39;s &quot;I Will Survive&quot;, of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not once was I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;
Nor was I petrified&lt;br /&gt;
Kept thinking I could never live&lt;br /&gt;
without gears by my side&lt;br /&gt;
But then I jumped so many lights&lt;br /&gt;
So many turns were so wrong&lt;br /&gt;
And I grew strong&lt;br /&gt;
And I learned how to chug along&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now they&#39;re back&lt;br /&gt;
Taking up space&lt;br /&gt;
End to end, rear to rear&lt;br /&gt;
Those cars just get into my face&lt;br /&gt;
I should have changed that stupid lane&lt;br /&gt;
I should have gone and had that pee&lt;br /&gt;
If I had known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;d cut in front of me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go on now I&#39;ll crash your door&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t turn around now&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m beyond caring anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Weren&#39;t you the one who tried to overtake me&lt;br /&gt;
Did you think my bumper would crumble&lt;br /&gt;
Did you think my engine would die&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no, not I&lt;br /&gt;
I will not drive&lt;br /&gt;
Oh as long as i know how to shove&lt;br /&gt;
I know cabs keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got a brain like a sieve&lt;br /&gt;
and I&#39;ll not drive&lt;br /&gt;
I will not drive (hey-hey)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Sing to the tune of &#39;Cocaine&#39;, of course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The city is sultry, and you&#39;re getting dirty, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
The sky&#39;s bright blue, and there&#39;s a cry and hue, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
We will die, we will die, we will die, if no rain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you think that&#39;s bad news, and you can&#39;t kick off your shoes, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
The lakes they get dry, and you just got to cry, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
We will die, we will die, we will die, if no rain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the crack of dawn, you can&#39;t water your lawn, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
They can whip your buns until you get the runs, no rain&lt;br /&gt;
We will die, we will die, we will die, if no rain&lt;br /&gt;
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