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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: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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQ387fSp7ImA9WhBaEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184</id><updated>2013-05-20T12:44:02.105+05:30</updated><category term="Assam" /><category term="SMS's" /><category term="fun stuff" /><category term="My friends and I" /><category term="photographs" /><category term="thoughts" /><category term="Media watch" /><category term="mumbai" /><category term="Movie reviews" /><category term="Movies and videos" /><category term="guest column.." /><category term="Fiction" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="general" /><category term="Bollywood circuit" /><category term="poems" /><title>Seeds and Deeds</title><subtitle type="html">a phase is like a fruit... and every phase has its own seedy parts... life!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</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/SeedsAndDeeds" /><feedburner:info uri="seedsanddeeds" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACQXc-cCp7ImA9WhBbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-2137107295314344520</id><published>2013-05-19T20:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-05-19T20:16:00.958+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T20:16:00.958+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title> Lights, delights… and friends</title><summary type="html">








The
sun had done its job for the day. It was now heading steadily towards the
horizon leaving the sky above in hues that were not exactly bright and happy. If
not for science, people would have probably believed that the sky was actually
grieving sun’s departure! But now we know it’s not exactly a romantic
relationship that the sky and sun shares. Thoughts ran across Abhishek’s mind
as &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/96eXfxqq4V0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2137107295314344520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/05/lights-delights-and-friends.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2137107295314344520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2137107295314344520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/96eXfxqq4V0/lights-delights-and-friends.html" title=" Lights, delights… and friends" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bhSjM-ynBXc/UZjk9dhbsYI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/2oidYi-gHiE/s72-c/ws_Beautiful_Morning_1440x900.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/05/lights-delights-and-friends.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMRng8eip7ImA9WhNUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-4249499847609324129</id><published>2013-01-11T13:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-11T13:23:07.672+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-11T13:23:07.672+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Honest relationship?</title><summary type="html">







Just read a status message on facebook – ‘I want an honest relationship’. 
Almost went on to comment – ‘Get lost. Maybe that will help… now does that
sound honest enough?’  



Relationships
are so tricky that you need real genius to ask for an honest one. A, what do
you define as honest. B, how do you know your definition of honest matches the
definition at the other end of the ‘&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/e29juk6LAKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4249499847609324129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/honest-relationship.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4249499847609324129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4249499847609324129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/e29juk6LAKU/honest-relationship.html" title="Honest relationship?" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/honest-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADSXozeSp7ImA9WhNUEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-7741086295034873304</id><published>2013-01-01T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-01T16:59:38.481+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-01T16:59:38.481+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title> Memori…issh!</title><summary type="html">






They
are attractive, Oh hell! Yes they are!


That’s what memories are
they could be toxic, or could be ecstatic
Nonetheless, enticing they are…



Stranger
than fiction, Reality with friction 

Surpassing
restriction… 

Memories
not to mention 

Exciting
they are…



Exit
sensibilities, Enter anomalies

Memories
ensures actions 

That
ensue reactions, forgettable

Nonetheless,
enticing &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/Qp7DOv6PiE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7741086295034873304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/memoriissh.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7741086295034873304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7741086295034873304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/Qp7DOv6PiE4/memoriissh.html" title=" Memori…issh!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Goregaon, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>18.1569515 73.29570089999993</georss:point><georss:box>18.141863500000003 73.27553089999994 18.1720395 73.31587089999992</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/memoriissh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCRn05fyp7ImA9WhNUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-450755789385194337</id><published>2013-01-01T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-01T14:06:07.327+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-01T14:06:07.327+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Comeback, again!</title><summary type="html">



You come back only once. Coming back too often does not
speak much of the person’s attitude to where he is coming back to. Unless of
course you are talking about certain Bollywood actors! But then, why judge
myself! That’s anyway not the cool thing to do on the first day of a new year… as
for you; I can only hope you are totally in love with me to not judge me.  







Well, let’s accept it.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/CpjJZQLpgA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/450755789385194337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/comeback-again.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/450755789385194337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/450755789385194337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/CpjJZQLpgA4/comeback-again.html" title="Comeback, again!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_z-5ZxbAHI/UOKMKb2pqOI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/scbF0GZyUek/s72-c/1611.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2013/01/comeback-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ABQHw_cSp7ImA9WhJTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-8346952406283239298</id><published>2012-06-27T07:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-06-27T20:39:11.249+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-27T20:39:11.249+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photographs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mumbai" /><title>A glimpse at the Mumbai Monsoon</title><summary type="html">

Some images of Mumbai, and life... during monsoon!



One for all!




Wait for the sale 



Ekla cholo re!




Taking the baby for a spin!

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/wEyLPN8bcn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8346952406283239298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/glimpse-at-mumbai-monsooon.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/8346952406283239298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/8346952406283239298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/wEyLPN8bcn4/glimpse-at-mumbai-monsooon.html" title="A glimpse at the Mumbai Monsoon" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_u8pSgIw59U/T-oYE_5Tn3I/AAAAAAAAB00/jkpNJb5TgEw/s72-c/26062012500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bandra West, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.055229 72.830829</georss:point><georss:box>19.0402205 72.811088 19.0702375 72.85056999999999</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/glimpse-at-mumbai-monsooon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFQ3s5fSp7ImA9WhJTFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-6076552104509364699</id><published>2012-06-25T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-06-25T12:05:12.525+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-25T12:05:12.525+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Media watch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Assam" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bollywood circuit" /><title>The big city lessons!</title><summary type="html">
When
a Mumbai tabloid did a story on how only 12 per cent of the city’s total number
water hydras are functional I finally had one long standing questions answers.
I got to know what these red cylindrical objects, that looked like miniature
post boxes but were not, actually were! Fire hydrants.







Makes
you laugh? I am sure it does if you are from a metro. From a smaller city or
town... &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/vBEIoqHizFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6076552104509364699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/big-city-lessons.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6076552104509364699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6076552104509364699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/vBEIoqHizFk/big-city-lessons.html" title="The big city lessons!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IThkiFj34a8/T-gF_xLPAiI/AAAAAAAAB0o/AqBduKp7_YM/s72-c/fire_hydrant.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Goregaon, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>18.1569515 73.2957009</georss:point><georss:box>18.141863500000003 73.2759599 18.1720395 73.3154419</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/big-city-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGSHY7eip7ImA9WhVbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-5985055162207321071</id><published>2012-06-06T05:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-06-06T05:05:29.802+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-06T05:05:29.802+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>The kiss</title><summary type="html">







The
uncertainties that kissed,

The
sureness that kicked,

The
light that grew dim,

The
shadow that went slim,

The
know of it all...

The
world came to a halt

Love,
my lady

That
struck dead

The
boldest of them all!
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/iQ94-LPXs_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5985055162207321071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/kiss.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5985055162207321071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5985055162207321071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/iQ94-LPXs_Y/kiss.html" title="The kiss" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0759837 72.8776559</georss:point><georss:box>18.835877699999998 72.5617989 19.3160897 73.19351289999999</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/06/kiss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YARXkyfyp7ImA9WhVXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-7662350672019796587</id><published>2012-04-15T11:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-15T11:22:24.797+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-15T11:22:24.797+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Media watch" /><title>The job, me, and the lessons!</title><summary type="html">






Something
about my job has started scaring me about late nights! On numerous occasions
when I have had the audacity to stay awake till wee hours because I had to go
to work late the next day, I have been called to resume work in the early
morning. Part and parcel of being a reporter! Something I may complain
occasionally, but accept otherwise. Of course also goes without saying, I am
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/iVIIucD_scc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7662350672019796587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/04/job-me-and-lessons.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7662350672019796587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7662350672019796587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/iVIIucD_scc/job-me-and-lessons.html" title="The job, me, and the lessons!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p55m-TmbD2A/T4phE-l3geI/AAAAAAAABsY/GQP18yGc4OI/s72-c/So+what.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/04/job-me-and-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBQXo4cCp7ImA9WhVQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-4281387216205004725</id><published>2012-04-07T03:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-08T16:57:30.438+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-08T16:57:30.438+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Heart break</title><summary type="html">

I still reel
﻿ 




﻿ 
For what I feel

To God I kneel

Hoping to heal

Emotions never peel

No matter what zeal

A break so shrill

Leaves me sans thrill

Life just kill

No more this drill!





Of course I never doubted the outrageousness I could reach as a poet. But then, I do feel the need to remind the world every now and then… that expecting me to be any saner would be insanity. Great &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/3E0YgjqRKuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4281387216205004725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/04/heart-break.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4281387216205004725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4281387216205004725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/3E0YgjqRKuI/heart-break.html" title="Heart break" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IK1ZE9kGuys/SyiZPMd-BpI/AAAAAAAAABg/2l1U75KOZBs/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0759837 72.8776559</georss:point><georss:box>18.835877699999998 72.5617989 19.3160897 73.19351289999999</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2012/04/heart-break.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQXw6eSp7ImA9WhRXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-4686216800851903543</id><published>2011-12-25T08:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:50:00.211+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T08:50:00.211+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>The 'First Love' syndrome!</title><summary type="html">


A
friend of mine is in love. His first love! And he is in pain. Rough patches… I personally
see no future in his story. But for him, this is it. He says, “Pyaar ek hi baar
hota hai.. sacha pyaar”. I can’t help smiling. I know where he is coming from…
I just tell him, “Happens… you will know better in good time!” He gives me a
look and our conversation is over. Oh, I have been through this too.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/uuj70TEmi24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4686216800851903543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-love-syndrome.html#comment-form" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4686216800851903543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4686216800851903543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/uuj70TEmi24/first-love-syndrome.html" title="The 'First Love' syndrome!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVqDaSasUgg/TvKgCU2EjOI/AAAAAAAABjU/1hpVaSGU7XE/s72-c/m222285487.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><georss:featurename>Oshiwara, Jogeshwari West, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.1482084 72.8389932</georss:point><georss:box>19.1332084 72.81925220000001 19.163208400000002 72.8587342</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-love-syndrome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INSXkyfSp7ImA9WhdQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-2721253770322234159</id><published>2011-08-19T09:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:16:38.795+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T09:16:38.795+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>The clichés of my day</title><summary type="html">




I wish I had those mornings again  Waking up to your voiceThe sweet nothings Before rushing to the noise
I wish I had those afternoons againBreaking the clutter with your callAsking how the day goes…Including every detail… big or small!
I wish I had those evenings againWalk by beach  Hair catching the breeze Talking what did the day teach!
I don’t wish however for the nights againBecause &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/PHd_Swaa3hg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2721253770322234159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/cliches-of-my-day.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2721253770322234159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2721253770322234159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/PHd_Swaa3hg/cliches-of-my-day.html" title="The clichés of my day" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S-ag4__hRrk/Tk3b3M0hNCI/AAAAAAAABiU/PgmVsLYJEQ4/s72-c/cliches.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/cliches-of-my-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHQH0zeip7ImA9WhdREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-5102765402933278570</id><published>2011-08-02T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:03:51.382+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T10:03:51.382+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Stale mate!</title><summary type="html">


Irritate, stalemate!
I had a dateJiska kharab tha petAnd she was lateUpar Jyada tha menu ka rateAisa tha evening fateSamjho mera state Ho gaya main irritate…And frustrateNo more of this shit mate!Mujhe chahiye someone great!Till then.. stalemate, stalemate!

----Well that was... the worst rap ever. From yours truly. For better... try Eminen!



Buy Eminem. click here .. 

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/KYDUWi1NeGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5102765402933278570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/stale-mate.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5102765402933278570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5102765402933278570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/KYDUWi1NeGs/stale-mate.html" title="Stale mate!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-god7BHqsAEQ/Tjd9azKgv2I/AAAAAAAABhw/LBVC3pmfEUg/s72-c/rapper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/08/stale-mate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQ3c5fSp7ImA9WhdREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-6400481030821737228</id><published>2011-07-29T11:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:08:22.925+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-30T10:08:22.925+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Boondein...</title><summary type="html">
Aaj apni haal kuch azeeb si hai   Paani aankhon se aayeBheege joote bhi hai..

Bachke to aa gaye humBaarish ke baar se… Kare kya lekin humIs toofan ka jo dil mein hai...




&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/r8DXLwmFhFY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6400481030821737228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/boondein.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6400481030821737228?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6400481030821737228?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/r8DXLwmFhFY/boondein.html" title="Boondein..." /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyRk1giVilU/TjJMJUEWF_I/AAAAAAAABhs/w-R1IQ4t7VA/s72-c/Crying+in+Rain1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/boondein.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMSHo8fip7ImA9WhdSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-6554215785514672880</id><published>2011-07-23T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:13:09.476+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T19:13:09.476+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems" /><title>Mirage</title><summary type="html">


love...

So I walkedTrudged rather, tired that I wasTowards the mirage that you createdSelf said no, heart said goAnd so I walked…

I travelled through days, weeks and monthsWounded feet and bruised heartFaintly hoping the mirage would be youLargely knowing it was just myth and hueAnd so I walked…

I give in I give upDestiny pulls me down, heart pull me upTattered to extreme, it still &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/LctncEgYvHY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6554215785514672880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirage.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6554215785514672880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6554215785514672880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/LctncEgYvHY/mirage.html" title="Mirage" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_z3w4yXMrlI/TirO6USJC1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/KlWF75bej1k/s72-c/mirage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGRHw9cSp7ImA9WhZaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-2166714111764474606</id><published>2011-06-28T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:38:45.269+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-28T11:38:45.269+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title>Serving Life... !</title><summary type="html">
While I was walking by a dark lane yesterday which followed by an auto ride for some time I had a hell lot of things passing through my thoughts.




While some were dark and bad and things I wanted to run away from including myself and everyone I know... There were also promises your sweet faces that lingered on my mind trying to persuade me to hang on...
I realise these thoughts come to me so &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/CVcNGuWb1kk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/2166714111764474606/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/serving-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2166714111764474606?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/2166714111764474606?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/CVcNGuWb1kk/serving-life.html" title="Serving Life... !" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBHnDEKQ7-4/Tglu8jSy2BI/AAAAAAAABew/ye7wuPYT5Tk/s72-c/handcuffs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bangur Nagar, Goregaon East, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.1663241 72.83308490000002</georss:point><georss:box>19.1628151 72.83077190000002 19.1698331 72.83539790000002</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/serving-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUARns5cCp7ImA9WhZbEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-4776713472119501369</id><published>2011-06-11T22:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:04:07.528+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-14T12:04:07.528+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title>Just another day!</title><summary type="html">
Vinod's life was not the easiest. And at this point of life it was not getting any better.  Let’s just say it was on the darker side. Often he bumped into situations when he felt a violent urge to kill… someone or just himself. FINITO!
But then he restrained… which often lead to more frustration. And as he went through a similar phase again today he consoled himself in his quirky humour, talking&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/5B3n9wc06m4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4776713472119501369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-another-day.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4776713472119501369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4776713472119501369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/5B3n9wc06m4/just-another-day.html" title="Just another day!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cfmded9TVY/TfOZ6ZgYZuI/AAAAAAAABd8/KtLswzBVGRo/s72-c/The_rain_by_niniasiberiana.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0176147 72.85616440000001</georss:point><georss:box>18.826811199999998 72.7533269 19.2084182 72.95900190000002</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-another-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDQ30_eyp7ImA9WhZUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-8846539982144148130</id><published>2011-06-11T15:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:51:12.343+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T15:51:12.343+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Love, life or opportunity?</title><summary type="html">


oops... I missed it
Last year at this hour I held back from saying something, while right now I want to scream out a declaration but you are not to hear it out…
Last year at this hour your only wish in life was to be by my side, today you rather not have me in a radius of half a kilometer…
Last year I denied… today you refused!



Now those lines precisely define the relationship between our &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/Xdwz9TaAkhQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/8846539982144148130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-life-or-opportunity.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/8846539982144148130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/8846539982144148130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/Xdwz9TaAkhQ/love-life-or-opportunity.html" title="Love, life or opportunity?" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6v3l7WkJRNk/TfNBCPkieSI/AAAAAAAABd4/bM8NjU6zZk4/s72-c/Missed-opportunity.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-life-or-opportunity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUADSXg-cSp7ImA9WhZUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-7097252878763593133</id><published>2011-03-06T17:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:52:58.659+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T15:52:58.659+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Party… Oh baby!</title><summary type="html">
Now I know it is sounds strange. It’s not that I don’t really try being a part of parties that friends host. But I won’t deny the fact that I get terribly bored in them. And then, there is also no denying the fact I have to go ahead with a heap of lies when the hosts ask if I am feeling out of place or bored. “Nah I am just listening to you all. I am fine,” I reply showing my glass fill with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/pKckTAinlKA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7097252878763593133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-oh-baby.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7097252878763593133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7097252878763593133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/pKckTAinlKA/party-oh-baby.html" title="Party… Oh baby!" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KFTPmZyCTTM/TXN8xuKebKI/AAAAAAAABZI/XUIRMl_BrZY/s72-c/weirdo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-oh-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MRnk9cSp7ImA9WhZUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-5578195387357554046</id><published>2011-02-11T14:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:54:47.769+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T15:54:47.769+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie reviews" /><title>Review: Patiala House</title><summary type="html">


Patiala House

Cast: Akshay Kumar, Anushka Sharma, Rishi Kapoor, Dimple Kapadia, Hard Kaur, Prem Chopra, Rabbit Sack C, Soni Razdan, Tinu Anand, Jeneva Talwar, Masood Akhtar
Director: Nikhil AdvaniProducer: Bhushan Kumar, Mukesh Talreja, Kishan Kumar, Twinkle Khanna, Zoeb SpringwalaMusic director: Shankar Mahadevan, Ehsaan Noorani, Loy MendonzaRating: **
The desire to create drama in some &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/1IGMZDH8T4g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/5578195387357554046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-patiala-house.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5578195387357554046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/5578195387357554046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/1IGMZDH8T4g/review-patiala-house.html" title="Review: Patiala House" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5D3Cg7Zeto/TVT2nNwdS_I/AAAAAAAABXg/7B7jdH0bgwM/s72-c/169070_189164537779514_114780228551279_618324_6941222_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-patiala-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBSXo_fip7ImA9Wx9VGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-6629980355870465049</id><published>2011-02-06T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:09:18.446+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T17:09:18.446+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>An ‘interesting’ search</title><summary type="html">
Women… they will always be my favorite object of attention. They amuse me, irritate me and also make me fall in love with them. I have never been able to ignore them… be they in classroom, office or at the ATM kiosk. And yes I have had posts where I discussed how they are so remarkable at parking cars or paying the mobile bills at automatic counters but somehow nothing you do seems enough… just &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/DhHfLE2_yQo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6629980355870465049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/interesting-search.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6629980355870465049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6629980355870465049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/DhHfLE2_yQo/interesting-search.html" title="An ‘interesting’ search" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TU6ID5iPsLI/AAAAAAAABXc/tknNR0IDYr0/s72-c/30.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/02/interesting-search.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GQXY5fSp7ImA9Wx9VEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-7321029961739584937</id><published>2011-01-26T10:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:43:40.825+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-26T10:43:40.825+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>So you want to write?</title><summary type="html">
So I was complaining how fast things changes… that was in my last blog. When I started my blog a few years back I had done it more because I wanted to experience the medium. Over the time I realized it is such a fantastic place to actually jot down some of your thoughts and experiences… and people even come and read it. Must tell you the second part appeals tremendously! And that’s what had got &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/JFyuqhIALkg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/7321029961739584937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-you-want-to-write.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7321029961739584937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/7321029961739584937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/JFyuqhIALkg/so-you-want-to-write.html" title="So you want to write?" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TT-rTJhuuNI/AAAAAAAABW0/U80CAnwzGgk/s72-c/myths-about-creativity.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-you-want-to-write.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDRn07fyp7ImA9Wx9XFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-9184505584177080933</id><published>2011-01-09T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:32:57.307+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-09T12:32:57.307+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Too fast…</title><summary type="html">Recently when I was interviewing Sunny Deol he said something very interesting. “Right now things are changing too fast,’ he said. He was referring to changes in the film industry. But as I walked out of his house that one line kept running through mind. Change, we have always maintained, is the only constant in this moving world. And for a newsperson change is GOOD because that makes news. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/Wj3dXt7mGVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/9184505584177080933/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-fast.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/9184505584177080933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/9184505584177080933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/Wj3dXt7mGVs/too-fast.html" title="Too fast…" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TSldYjyMJ8I/AAAAAAAABWc/unenuC2GnpM/s72-c/fast-change.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNSXo7fCp7ImA9Wx9TGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-4882874811312465904</id><published>2010-11-27T07:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:31:38.404+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-27T07:31:38.404+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Media watch" /><title>Critiquing criticism..</title><summary type="html">
Recently my college lecturer Ramesh Prabhu asked me what I thought about the Indian film criticism and the criticism it has received of late from a various quarters. It set me thinking. In fact I have often thought about it, but this time I put it into some words. He included it in his own blog which also included other such pieces. I thought I would like to paste the same in my blog too, for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/aZeVP_G8nQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/4882874811312465904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/11/critiquing-criticism.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4882874811312465904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/4882874811312465904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/aZeVP_G8nQk/critiquing-criticism.html" title="Critiquing criticism.." /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TPBmWUdHWeI/AAAAAAAABUA/shj90qBGPs0/s72-c/daumier_theater-500.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/11/critiquing-criticism.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EAR3g7eSp7ImA9Wx5aEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-6163404508487854295</id><published>2010-11-06T18:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:24:06.601+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T19:24:06.601+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>The cracker explanation</title><summary type="html">It’s often quite a task to explain why I don’t like to burst crackers in Diwali. People have a tendency to misunderstand… or simply refuse to understand.  Worse, some think I am scared. For them I have no words!


The lights
Diwali was my father’s favourite festival. It was like he almost loved the sounds and smell of the crackers. Ofcourse lighting candles and diyas are a part of it and also is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/xlKsozYnnCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/6163404508487854295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/11/cracker-explanation.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6163404508487854295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/6163404508487854295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/xlKsozYnnCw/cracker-explanation.html" title="The cracker explanation" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TNVXyC-8HTI/AAAAAAAABSI/wIhVKatU0GY/s72-c/happy-diwali.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/11/cracker-explanation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCRnY-eip7ImA9Wx5VFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21946184.post-1217959593036700931</id><published>2010-10-09T10:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:11:07.852+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-09T10:11:07.852+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie reviews" /><title>Review: Lava Kusa</title><summary type="html">

Lava Kusa

If you are grieving the lack of Indian animation content meant for adult audiences your plight is going to continue for some more time. Lava Kusa: The Warrior Twins is definitely not your respite. Having said that, if you have a kid you want to take out for a movie this would prove to be a decent film. 
Read rest of the review at nowrunning.com&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~4/C5vh53Qe7zk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/feeds/1217959593036700931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/10/review-lava-kusa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/1217959593036700931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21946184/posts/default/1217959593036700931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SeedsAndDeeds/~3/C5vh53Qe7zk/review-lava-kusa.html" title="Review: Lava Kusa" /><author><name>Noyon Jyoti Parasara</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117402724552526580727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2zlDZSFHXy0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/arOMg3599Ws/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3v765bIS9A/TK_yFtXzlTI/AAAAAAAABOM/YqPVY-fo8Y0/s72-c/LAVAKUSA+5X7+POSTCARD-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noyonblogging.blogspot.com/2010/10/review-lava-kusa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
