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Like the diligent and smart guy that I was, I had been tracking the prices everyday. It kept stable at 31K for the Friday that I needed the ticket for and I was pretty happy about it. 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Beef shop!! My ears pricked up. 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Primary inference - Me getting old!! But lets leave unpleasant thoughts aside shall we!So when I recently read about bird flu and stuff; for a moment I thought even journalism was going the SMS way. 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How would you define a desert? One weekend, found us in the car trying to get to an Isthraha (a farmhouse of sorts in the gulf)for a program. We were with our family friends who has a cute little daughter...Calls kept coming in from the others asking for directions and her dad was explaining the route to them... "Take this turn..then the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/usv1PGBBH-8/child-and-desert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2009/02/child-and-desert.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-8979225170296812222</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T10:12:55.975-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bible</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Abel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mark</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adam</category><title>The Mark Of Cain</title><atom:summary>In our younger years we are seldom bound by the tenets of social conduct and do not hesitate to speak our mind. So invariably you have young kids who ask in all earnestness why the neighbor's nose is so big or someone's teeth resemble the rabbit they saw on Cartoon Network.I have been at the receiving end of this kind of inquisitiveness from children and also from not so young people. My right </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/fFJbzNUTVNs/in-our-younger-years-we-are-seldom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-our-younger-years-we-are-seldom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-2437384434600902092</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T13:00:20.320-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">better</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">solo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grill</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">OTG</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Microwave</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">convection</category><title>Going Solo</title><atom:summary>Let me warn you upfront that this is an unglamorous post on microwave ovens and nothing to do with being single and living in etc etc. If you intend to buy a microwave and have a tough time making a decision, then you might find this useful!It all started with all these festive discounts and offers that I was tempted to buy at least one home appliance. And the one thing which I figured could be </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/pG-alJf1Xxs/let-me-warn-you-upfront-that-this-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-warn-you-upfront-that-this-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-3450731438464931246</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-19T12:49:04.320-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thank you for calling our after-sales division!</title><atom:summary>The cool night had a mellowing effect on the party and the music had toned down from the ear-splitting levels it was. We three - the last remaining vestiges of the rocking party sat around in my hall talking. It was about three in the morning.. and since my friend's stayed near my house, time was not at all a constraint.The talk veered to - as almost everyone who comes to my place talks about - </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/lYK6LZ8b4rg/thank-you-for-calling-our-after-sales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-for-calling-our-after-sales.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-8865063082987829127</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-06T14:14:18.238-07:00</atom:updated><title>Getting Even...</title><atom:summary>Been a long time now and before I forget the password and login for this blog as well.. Here goes!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------In my hostel room lying down in bed, I was feeling pretty lazy and almost dozing off. It was a warm afternoon and I had no classes and no major delays in any of the umpteen projects. 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The honking,sounds of the vehicles, of people shouting, calling to one another wafted across the streets to the white hospital building.. crossed the yard and climbed the wall and let itself into his room on the third floor.The Boy recognized the sounds. Late evening traffic so different from the hurried honking and the urgency</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/S8Kg3Ls6iN0/angel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/06/angel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-3320673173281781007</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-05T13:25:29.567-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jaggism</title><atom:summary>Whats your name?Where do you come from?How would you rate our company on a scale of 1 to 10Why the ratingDo you have any questions (The bored looking interviewer would begin closing the file)Next candidate please.And so on.. this was the second round of the "unique" recruiting process of a consulting firm designed to "strain the best of the best"First round - resume shortlisting.I didnt make it. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/n1iQ7M10v3c/jaggism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/06/jaggism.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-1544779791193948333</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T02:05:06.418-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Assasins Creed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jerusalem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PS3</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">game</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Damascus</category><title>My Secret Life</title><atom:summary>I was a failure.I was demoted. Brought down in the ranks. Removed of my weapons. As a last chance I was given the task of kidnapping  and brining an informer to book. I felt vulnerable without weapons but this was child's play for an experienced assasin like me. Within a few hours I had brought the villain to the brotherhood's headquarters. Having redeemed myself a little I was given back my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/Ns6OLsr9QRM/my-secret-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/__j-Ewngc2xQ/SDU3I9nEy8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/z0Y4n_IYauY/s72-c/assassins%2520creed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-secret-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-6279602934590400732</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T12:09:40.043-07:00</atom:updated><title>Beating Clausewitz</title><atom:summary>General Von Clausewitz was a German (Prussian to be more exact) Military thinker. He roamed this planet somewhere in the early 1800s, fought a few wars and then went on to write a book "On War" - a treatise on military strategy and warfare. He was considered one of the best strategists of all time and his ideas and theories debated and revered. Now in the late 1990s people realised that business </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/uhF5R3u2l04/beating-clausewitz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/05/beating-clausewitz.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-8832797466798337123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T00:54:48.250-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Curse of the Alchemist</title><atom:summary>"The Alchemist" is someone who has mastered Alchemy - the science of converting base metals into gold. It is also the name of one of Paulo Coelho's novels - possibly his best. The novel is a slim book and tells the simple story of a boy in search of treasure he dreams about in simple language and peppered with simple thoughts that makes you think without being preachy.Paulo Coelho's hero is an </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/51h-L6Dqfbo/curse-of-alchemist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/04/curse-of-alchemist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-2777117807640476932</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T12:32:15.146-07:00</atom:updated><title>Gracias!!</title><atom:summary>Hola!The last post has evoked quite a lot of reponses.. some on the blog and some through other modes of communication. Thanks so much especially the ones who commented on the blog (it does give a real good feeling to see your comments. Appreciate it!)The blog is supposed to touch up on any random topic but I guess I shall stick to true stories as much as possible :) Keep watching this space!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/r-GnEAo56Oo/gracias.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/04/gracias.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-7098744991383083969</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-09T22:48:48.006-07:00</atom:updated><title>Let me See his hands</title><atom:summary>Placed strategically at the entrance of the hotel, a skewer revolves over a continuous fire. A huge chunk of meat revolves along with this skewer. A roti is shown over the fire and meat slivers are cut and rolled into this roti. This is called a chicken Shawarma which in Turkish means "turning". A popular dish in Bangalore; you can find quite a few hotels sporting the Shawarma skewer and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/srvnCfasSQ0/let-me-see-his-hands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-see-his-hands.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-5178994823805683819</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T10:41:15.651-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Chance Encounter with a Hot Hyderabadi Babe</title><atom:summary>Having seen quite a lot and kinda gotten used to a whole lot of tam, mall and kannadiga babes, I recently got an opportunity to go to Hyderabad and therefore hoping to meet an ultra hot hyderabadi babe (HHB) - the svelte Shreya's slick dance moves no doubt fuelling this interest!!A quick scan of the reservation list of the Rajdhani express revealed quite a few girls around my seat. Surprising </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/GzXZ4otpxJ8/chance-encouter-with-hot-hyderabadi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/03/chance-encouter-with-hot-hyderabadi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-7778378874873334667</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T12:40:26.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>No Woman No Cry</title><atom:summary>A sleepy Saturday afternoon following a boozy friday night was when my friend called me to check if out evening plan  was on. Having nothing much to do other than outsourcing the ironing of my clothers to the neighborhood IDC (Ironing delivery center), I was all game. We were supposed to meet at the Bangalore palace grounds at 7 PM and there was no news from my friend who said who would tell me a</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/vnBlRLoE6BE/sleepy-saturday-afternoon-following.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/__j-Ewngc2xQ/R9mAYmxP_QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ngzbv4RWkCw/s72-c/08-03-08_2103.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleepy-saturday-afternoon-following.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-3415187627507150376</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T03:22:07.602-08:00</atom:updated><title>Meeting Renu</title><atom:summary>The markets were hitting rock bottom with the budget speech + US recession and my porfolio was showing a lot of negative growth of late. A good time to invest in some good funds.  Thanks to my broker most of my previous fund applications had been rejected so had some money to do the investing. My broker's blunders drove me to CAMS where incidentally you also dont get any entry load!!Final year </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/Jg73bvem0Ns/meeting-renu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/03/meeting-renu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-6813556502903517007</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T21:57:32.922-08:00</atom:updated><title>Reunited</title><atom:summary>The affair started sometime in the year 2006. The actual search started towards the end of the year 2005. I was looking for a good music system to go with my DVD player and my search took me to the Philips MMS 430 - a 2.1 speaker system which could be connected to the PC as well the TV / DVD player. It had a good booming bass and cool looks. Got it for approximately 2.5K.But something was missing</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/h1rCVfTKmVI/reunited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/02/reunited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-1440934778408579577</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T23:41:15.576-08:00</atom:updated><title>La Tapas (Londonium - 2)</title><atom:summary>And so our first night in London after a hearty drink in a good ol British pub which went by the not so glamorous name of "Slug and Lettuce". My watch showed 5 AM (Indian time) when we hit our hotel beds. That meant nearly 40 hours on the go. Actually wanted to hit the bed as soon as we landed but London and our wonderful host would have nothing of it and insisted on hitting the bars rather than </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/2wVB_I42Sks/la-tapas-londonium-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-tapas-londonium-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-7000273396145160309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T00:09:02.567-08:00</atom:updated><title>Londonium - Part 1</title><atom:summary>The ancient Romans called it that - Londonium. But now all and sundry call it London..and me calls it Lovely Lively London..Gulf Air which is actually Air Deccan + a cushion - courteous staff (Our Indian hosts / hostesses are better and more efficient but more on that later) flew over the English Channel, we could make out the end of the coast of the France and the coastlines of the United </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/K4VMbveD-GM/londonium-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/02/londonium-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2291501498053984983.post-6919156338181356695</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-27T20:29:24.775-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">household</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kill cockroach</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><title>Operation Americana</title><atom:summary>This is no hollywood science flick where a hero and his girl - who initially mistrusts him finally realises that humans would go the way of the dinosaur -  joins hands and lips to kill the aliens.This happened in my backyard and if you must know..yes I have a backyard - A small one but nevertheless a backyard.                                                        Sometime in the Recent Past...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Random_Feeds/~3/iHADg8rrH50/operation-americana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nimalan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://randomstrokesonakeyboard.blogspot.com/2008/01/operation-americana.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

