<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Sid-O-Scope</title><description>A Blog- nay a Religion founded by Siddhesh Govind Kabe because no one told him to shut up.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Siddhesh Kabe)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 10:47:46 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><copyright>(C) 2010-2011 Sidoscope Publishing. All rights reserved. Do not Share/Publish the content without giving credible link to the original article and author.</copyright><itunes:image href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__kLZHfshpZA/TGlb6XElFxI/AAAAAAAAD64/tzrn0QqCHhU/sido_32.png"/><itunes:keywords>humor,comedy,funny,blog,laughter,life,relationship</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>A kaleidoscopic funny view of the Life, Relationship and Career!!!</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Sidoscope</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Comedy"/><itunes:author>Siddhesh kabe</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>hi5@sidoscope.co.in</itunes:email><itunes:name>Siddhesh kabe</itunes:name></itunes:owner><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><title>The moaning of life #2 Childhood Trauma</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2022/11/the-moaning-of-life-2-childhood-trauma.html</link><category>daddywood</category><category>humor</category><category>The moaning of life</category><pubDate>Tue, 1 Nov 2022 05:06:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7091920988437351424</guid><description>
The entire shark family is out for a hunt, and the little fish are running for their life. We get to cheer as the Baby Shark does Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo with his family, calling on the family - extended family and sometimes robots on the 'hunt' because your offspring decides that that is the one song they want you to play or a tantrum follows.Many of you will say it's not the content but the catchy</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgY2uGYP_4em6GN7sgyShvThKKYiuX0I1PdPNo9smUclPGygAmcl6v4kkTxBl0qJuqJPnVTeQO7f2w5sE9pTjx4cctWxPG7mqYcIRYA87bV-qBl9yjADRqd6rBTsv4GB2oiPohuMauWkh0jn_EfKhRvqm1Am_6XpS6wNzVQgZxMHAENEdGJbDe8J_0vxA=s72-w640-h360-c" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>The moaning of life #1 Nerdgasm </title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2022/10/the-moaning-of-life-1-nerdgasm.html</link><category>life</category><category>rant</category><category>The moaning of life</category><pubDate>Sun, 9 Oct 2022 18:17:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-118098629756615566</guid><description>Nerd culture has always been with us since the dawn of time. Those days when young boys and girls dreamt of walking into Mordor or chasing flying dragons, and this was necessary before the boon of modern computer design. Nerd culture hit its peak in the nineties when shows like He-man, swat cats, and G.I. Joe took a ripe audience for a ride.&amp;nbsp;Moving away from Red Riding Hood and her impaired </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbuolGL5MXfq6oh07xaE27zJjCf1aXRlTvMIiJ9cKtSUSUYM2oTHMzIECvAI27mGjY2w1XN0dWtrHpOzs2uDQnlUkb2NPH5IKI6pSXRyfhquk0qxKOPWPKeiEqUFpO92ipge6iy9eBplrW0LV5bMIyL8XPjTrS9HfsUEAK8Y1v1n5yxa2g1nJ_hqUZw/s72-w640-h360-c/Black%20Modern%20Blogger%20YouTube%20Channel%20Art.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>Pinch Boxing</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2020/04/pinch-boxing.html</link><category>humor</category><category>life</category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2020 20:48:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7768215278304715737</guid><description>


"Whatcha doing?" I asked her as she stood in a questionable position in the jogger's park, early morning.

How early? Even the slum dwellers had not come out on the streets for their morning potty.

'I am practising a new form of defence,' she replied peacefully.

'Defense, that is interesting. Some trouble?' I quizzed.

'I met my old friends today over lunch then we went shopping, and in the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0_2-DMcn76qGGko56FXg4Ug1SHh-bAGIUOLGP0JvbziF5jFL-kJJIGZ_-Qm6_rTjl_VUD-QWCvA-ZU2W4f9QEp4L87sMNt-dC73Y38szsBkFvsJODYVBqasbpl4KK5oh3_kptIgwddo/s72-c/pinchBoxing.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Faster than the Speed of Death</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2020/04/short-story-faster-than-speed-of-death.html</link><category>death</category><category>fantasy</category><category>short story</category><category>Stories</category><category>story of death</category><category>The Runner</category><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2020 15:31:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7588798431201487207</guid><description>




"I thought I was in hell already, what can be worst than this? - Is this the right question to ask while being chased by a bunch of angry tribal warriors?" he asked himself as he pushed through the dense trees, "Stress on 'angry' and super stress on 'tribal'. Their spears are laced with poison that can kill a fat rhino in a shot," he reminded himself, "The fat rhino for lunch was tasty by </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbo0Uj5FOlXBrqQ5B_6N-Llp-VbvXxxj0RMbAYAJcz28sliFU0FJuQr4O9qKcLSCXJP6JdPnBnpIAjpyoiWVbsAqVZvF91QJS6pp0w1YADaXX4DLrlB5tNZkIMdHcajJAwrvLdgxdDBsk/s72-c/1.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Film] The Appointment</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2020/04/short-film-appointment.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2020 15:18:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-8820417115468388557</guid><description>






Some stories have no moral- this one has no heart. On the crossroads of destiny, two titans meet, Trisha has an Appointment to keep.







Starring: Shreya Rasam and Chaitanya Kabe
Cast: Madhuri Jadhav and Kunal Patil
Director, Editing, and Music: Chaitanya Kabe
Screenplay: Siddhesh Kabe and Chaitanya Kabe
Makeup: Supriya
Cinematographer: Kiran Aparadh
Associate and Production Controller:</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5Sli97UvBN_On6KweZfnP-fyx-USV_PDos-ijJhtswPb7wOrMPwyNLn2kbwJRcbSCAKIP5cxEeggOw-d87Rh2YFQW6ESYZZaCYkgOx3ziqC_3l4BX7YaEbGcKr6BpyuqKqn33yWp5TY/s72-c/14680525_10209312397838333_4909491031834383237_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] The Appointment</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/01/thriller2k16-appointment.html</link><category>Short Film Originals</category><category>short story</category><category>tangy tuesday</category><category>thriller story</category><category>Thriller2k16</category><pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2019 15:52:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-5740769834199183043</guid><description>







Seven bullets, seven dead. Trisha counted, did she miss anyone? She scratched her head to think back, she usually got carried away when firing a gun. Let me see, she did count eight when she entered, didn't she? This was Sleepy and here is Jackie, I think this was loopy and this blown up face was Happy... oh poor happy, he had a smile. She starting counting the dead bodies and matching </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-yaFrmnNB_84HGst9_9DfaqWkv8BfU53jDkXoBd-t7fb2NRTKh0mYMY8s0aBEEnAzV5nxjGzVO_GK1lQOqBuPhdrgS8R930_JGgpee9Mp7QZQSaeUyaQ01K4kzW2wEzm6GQmfy9h9x8/s72-c/ZBKPJ1TR37.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>When your wife asks you if she is fat, is that a question or dharmasankat?</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2019/10/when-your-wife-asks-you-if-she-is-fat.html</link><category>Funny</category><category>life</category><pubDate>Tue, 8 Oct 2019 19:17:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-2746043090095862726</guid><description>


Sometimes in life, we are faced with problems much more difficult than the derivative equations in subject of Maths -3 of engineering (Yes, we have three subjects of Maths!!!). It took me three years to solve six of those problems, so when I say, more difficult than them, you get the idea.

Consider this problem- you are walking in the mall, grudgingly ambling with your wife, still wondering </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5WAk3I2LTYfdbpIvT-Ijnr73h9NugoEw3bkMpUnGlZeXIN-HUQzwr7m_WfN2DD2fYfdqCmaDdooBiPukBf8EInYD8Zyk7tB_AUEFZHL82GKA8bXdqjqdoLavqdsG3AAvIiZMSYF1SKU/s72-c/l7itw.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Fasting for the husband</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/08/short-story-fasting-for-husband.html</link><category>short story</category><category>spicy saturday picks</category><category>thriller story</category><category>Thriller2k16</category><pubDate>Tue, 1 Oct 2019 20:29:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-2781132943787416259</guid><description>

Authors note: The following story is a dark humor and not palatable for everyone. The story has an adult shades of gore and graphical description of violence, readers discretion is advised. All characters and places are fictional. If you are someone who is sensitive to these things, read something else.







The first thing Sub-Inspector Pandey noticed when he entered the house of Gupta was </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLH7dNkIrrI60M1ZO_I2W7vsikdhhIUqBxFRpWGHDxiVFwih0kRSFwBh4kYbSAj4jSnr7Dh47fuU0h_uzzVVCWyJv0I8y9wF1JLed7NUis-Gt8Z3mlu1b7VraGaQy8BPdlRXaxI61Jfg/s72-c/4IB4HO73J0.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Film] Andc's Drama Called Death</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/10/short-film-andcs-drama-called-death.html</link><category>hippodrome</category><category>short film</category><category>Short Film Originals</category><category>story of death</category><pubDate>Tue, 1 Oct 2019 20:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-4752984401713198603</guid><description>




Aditya Singhal had given up on his life and was contemplating suicide. His feeble attempts to die are foiled by a mysterious stranger, who explains him the value of life and gives him sound advice for the real cost of life. Armed with the new courage Singhal returns to the living world, will the newfound courage help him climb up? Will Aditya Singhal return a transformed man?





Starring: </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlGzkVrlWUiUtoy788RN23BmITSMa_U6qBXMaGIz-Axq8tug3OkRQYucNxIOtA8YYr2IZfY5K7x7kbQTvHF7oUmxZMq-bNfCqCBFbT5KOmMVEK_FjgVxQcl_hXhY7GLH5zd383cW182E/s72-c/12208687_10206795140588475_2840582679374164490_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Nine Minutes to Paradise</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/10/short-story-nine-minutes-to-paradise.html</link><category>short story</category><category>thriller story</category><category>Thriller2k16</category><pubDate>Tue, 1 Oct 2019 20:26:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-1209346107211149520</guid><description>

Nine

Bal'ur Badshah groaned as he sat in the sitting room of his ancestral house in Islamabad. He was getting bored of his confinement and wanted to step out. He was holed in this boarded bungalow as a house arrest. He craved fresh air. There was a time where he used to roam the streets of Islamabad like a tiger waiting to pounce, but those were simpler times and he was a simple silver </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9e_3gRYbcoUzT6YS_fhXPnNEk9CtlJGFbvbdM8-yh0B_-bxcIXfTwouy6yVJs_xSL_2EAIyOq42oelDU64o-Y4guAAs6RfEzBPV8g_O-mTqO-Q7TMNdw4JeRylxOBN5imftbjXP61Fc/s72-c/9+minutes+to+paradise.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>A complete guide to make a Bollywood style Hollywood Movie</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2017/04/a-complete-guide-to-make-bollywood.html</link><category>bollywood</category><category>Funny</category><category>short story</category><pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2017 19:05:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7586125331235659276</guid><description>
For many people, he was the God of cinema, a director, a storyteller and an academy award winner. But for many years his stories didn't click with the audience. The world was changing, he observed to himself in private, and this new generation of millennials was not interested in his stories anymore. He heaved a sigh of relief as his hands rested on the wooden table. He craned his neck to look </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61lQdT4v-4TS6gcfVGzdypTtnQoxNEItEiHGfSbemjE7k-_csh2XW3JL1QZ6FVCMb5Tg4ig4daP_co4r-JNohhcMoyZ_-3stGRth7xr5fpGad1caUjZf2nRfvhNAIUegTX-BtdZ2u6O4/s72-c/Making+a+Bollywood+style+Hollywood+movie.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] मृत्यापेक्षा जलद.</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2017/01/Runner-marathi-short-story.html</link><category>marathi</category><category>Published</category><category>short story</category><category>The Runner</category><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2017 17:49:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-5571092864631928054</guid><description>



When Netherlands Marathi Mandal said they were keen to publish a Marathi Story in their 2016 Diwali Special, it was an honor. Having never written a Marathi story before, it did pose a challenge to reinvent me. Marathi was one of the first languages I read into, it is the language that I think in.Writing in a Diwali special is a big honor itself, as Diwali Special or Diwali Ank as we call </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUsYPDgzBxxUxkzQjqjZF5ZkrTRClMG66zHKHdEAGjjSF_YQT-RjIdDMMrUzFlvXEoF5m7v4AuRyJXPXYl08yC4sAmdEYvt7tApadOfrnfKeaSFHXVR_L0LmOL7FR7tgGijqwFpf62hQ/s72-c/Presentation+%25E2%2580%2593+Creation+One.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] A Broken World</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/08/short-story-broken-world.html</link><category>short story</category><pubDate>Tue, 2 Aug 2016 19:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-3587767009057866818</guid><description>



Plop. Plop. Plop. She sat there looking at the drops of rain on the glass window. The gloom of the situation dawned on her. She was stuck here beyond the man-made walls as nature wreaked havoc in the city.

"No this isn't it," she thought while&amp;nbsp;glancing&amp;nbsp;at the drops of rain on the glass window, "This is not how I am going to give up. How can I? after so many days?"
"This </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUhLdSm_KLqgkOnTbYEe-eok4rt_RjEYJ_lINrbUUosNFiWHNfYyotV0FW-CsudQR2LQtNrnqTmR_-45B-f8ogtM7RLbWrjmrhtWZZR6pxforZ0cxmLrVOoKFa-TljZ_mj9a_w4hO6eE/s72-c/person-woman-hand-rainy.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>So you have completed a manuscript, now what? </title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/04/so-you-have-completed-manuscript-now.html</link><category>Breaking News</category><category>featured</category><category>tips</category><category>writer</category><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2016 02:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-9003236630086188777</guid><description>

Entering the self-publishing versus traditional Publishing debate rather late but nonetheless, here I am. What would you rather do, would you self-publish or would you rather wait for traditional? Can you publish poems? Short stories? Novels and so on. Who will read my book? And many more questions.




Let's begin by addressing the big elephant in the room-

So you have completed a manuscript,</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnSsHPbLpA2gc3wx4KfAwZJ1bGvwZo7rAkdARijgVPrJlVlW43StVpkp4-zLRmu7FtI6_ftUteOr_SsdvnEAf34jwrVk3sjMtb_kM8ZPjXAwb2_-KLXJeZz1HQQw_9N2iZH5cdRRaPds/s72-c/TWHJLHXNV2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Film] Ginger Chai</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/03/short-film-ginger-chai.html</link><category>hippodrome</category><category>short film</category><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2016 03:49:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-2990941797517604611</guid><description>







Two completely different people, Shailaja- confused, complicated and confounded, Moncy- Simple, Smart but speechless. They meet in an unexpected moment sizzled like the spice of a hot Ginger Chai.

Can love blossom over a cup of tea?

Based on a Short Story 'Ginger Chai' published on Sidoscope.


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Music: Yogesh&amp;nbsp;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyrcxSf1SDGcAPJYtVsCmGGCpvkKtBTtXeDvrDUl0-xLcv07cUACIj9nTE-ejU5TlilM7-LPiREKd3ghsQ1RSZEaPQkXQEdbMPqllSToDGlgrDljqG4RDsng9l3V35t0RtxUesgDwwTE/s72-c/11896024_1140931662588715_7365845423417766377_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Funny Story] A ‘Manhood’ tale</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2010/03/manhood-tale.html</link><category>Female foeticide</category><category>Girls</category><category>Sid-O-Dogma</category><category>social awareness</category><category>spicy saturday picks</category><pubDate>Tue, 8 Mar 2016 16:53:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7481859272148442930</guid><description>





Before Chirag Raghuvans Rai Bahadur Patil was born, Raghuvans Rai Bahadur Patil was in a big dilemma. As the oldest and the noblest family in the village of hoshiyaarpur, he had chosen a wife in the best possible time of all the possible wanna be Mrs. Patil’s to give him a boy. He fed her all sorts of churans, medicines before the honeymoon so that she would give him a son.

Still fearing </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMEda6OK0NtNREHvejQmZvkYDpyl36dNcdwWN-j3X6roH5P_rjORXzOLs6u3h3hlgkFOGHOMvFTAlSM5QReDoMKpa124Bp9pCYwuafbFido-Wz63Zxc7QjJAbLXIqvHzCrJu44kSFbMaM/s72-c/DY4Q9UNZBP.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] The Last Breath On Earth</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/02/short-story-last-breath-on-earth.html</link><category>end of world</category><category>sci-fi</category><category>short story</category><category>Stories</category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2016 16:21:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-2457006541457783829</guid><description>






A bug is a computer anomaly that is generated usually because of developer’s ignorance or environmental factors. The former is more prominent in computer programs. The term debugging means to find the cause for the bug and fixing it. The term debugging has a humorous origin.

In 1947, Grace Murray Hopper was working on the Harvard University Mark II Aiken Relay Calculator. On the 9th of </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho0He-bZZQeoKXQgsOF3gKSMuflSMyjpBLanBUNAVcOq74J6czdp4SXGZQ4Dv2ISKobXQYz4hVaoRh7N2_Wme33BzncvRcH4QDPQwB-URaZXdSfTiXhjhCZ62FlteXe0LSYqTDTosi3QE/s72-c/The+Last+Breath+On+Earth.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">57</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Dharmachakra must spin</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/02/short-story-trial-of-rama.html</link><category>Dharmachakra</category><category>indian mythology</category><category>ramayana</category><category>Stories</category><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2016 17:37:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-9003315667011475886</guid><description>


King Ram arrived in Ayodhya with much fan-fare. The stories of his conquest and victory over the Demon King of Lanka had reached Ayodhya through Vanavas or the exile in the forest. His step-brothers Bharat and Shatrugna ordered cleaning and decorating the city of Ayodhya. The city was brightened by the lighting of thousands of lamps throughout the city.

The Prince and his queen had now </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRkB-O9dkEmggJcpFiErg-dGJ58TgvM96_YCBTRiN0ac2EcWGIw9G_8NTecraTZLMjpZiDwZUOO1R8ChZ8D98972qZ_DZ7x6r1pEMS6MbHmF8TX38Cfrubp9gz8MB26HShlVx0FKqKvk/s72-c/Blog+Graphic.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>Deducing the fate of Moriarty in The Abominable Bride</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2016/01/deducing-fate-of-moriarty-in-abominable.html</link><category>Deducing</category><category>Sherlock</category><pubDate>Mon, 4 Jan 2016 21:17:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-4241490585849759835</guid><description>






On the first of January, almost the whole of the English-speaking world was glued on to their television sets or computers to catch the glimpse of a Sherlock one-shot special 'The Abominable Bride'. As the cunning writers Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss have proven time and again that they cannot be trusted, we all were cautious about what the episode actually would be.

If you are someone </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSavBZH00Qq4y0Sk14pyPA0UayvfGMLhhsXEK_19b5X8s3TKewh1_4RT5923Y2KMcN_oUu0u9_PwCBT0a0vHgWGJjFgWU1gZUkxRHt0IvDBluZKFNOV0mswzBjbk9vInfoUT4o6fXRjJI/s72-c/9600515-low_res-sherlock.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] The One who Stood against Shiva</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2015/12/short-story-one-who-stood-against-shiva.html</link><category>ganesh</category><category>indian mythology</category><category>Mythology</category><category>shiva</category><category>short story</category><category>vinayaka</category><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2015 00:49:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-7374329021300564221</guid><description>





The northern winds blew over the inn and creaked the door open. The cold breeze blew inside sending chills down Vinayak's spine. He shuddered and went to closed the door again. He gasped at the door, cursing his job. He was the inn-keeper of this family INN. It was started by his father and provided wayfarers&amp;nbsp;a place to rest and have a hot meal on the highway. Vinayak glanced at the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuh_Osag9fKi7hDPGenw692CcZnjszLgb0Y7-L6b1No2bHLM3QvO6IVG-qCZGSlQVx9x5istnS0e4E-GN3aYLlgo9tG9sEo3cFUxtT6tixlekFop7kTPkmJo7-n-DV51Y48ulOhCLY6k/s72-c/Shiva+%25281%2529.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Him</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2013/08/short-story-him.html</link><category>Hinduism</category><category>indian mythology</category><category>krishna</category><category>Mythological Fantasy Story</category><category>Mythology</category><category>short story</category><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2015 22:44:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-1889334631040003333</guid><description>
I received a request to write a story on the ever loving Krishna and I chose this. There are lot of things already said about Krishna, the controversial warrior-poet. He was a great leader, strategist and orator but he rarely drew the following like his predecessor Ram. He was cunning, manipulative and a&amp;nbsp;fierce&amp;nbsp;lover and a lot has been said about him in mainstream&amp;nbsp;storytelling. </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bUp1cIZTUI7o3e-3LxSTO_dAXqk7LS3vTEPtWH8NpDHY0QK2AmF7BDbhu0rkViGcW38yAWUMu1Mc61jsFAP_3tyv3YIKKE-2Dz2DnzhYOKwc3NeN0XOf59nfRyvHYfyrM63f_dEy33k/s72-c/the-classic.-mor-pankh-n-bansi..--20208.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] The Trial of Hanuman</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2014/10/short-story-trial-of-ravana.html</link><category>Dharmachakra</category><category>indian mythology</category><category>Mythological Fantasy Story</category><category>ramayana</category><category>short story</category><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2015 13:57:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-4758887045167022348</guid><description>






On the southernest peak of Bharatvarsha the army of monkey kingdom Kishkinda camped near the ocean bank. Few were busy preparing food for the rest, while others were sharping their weapons. There was a murmur among the army about crossing the ocean.

At that time four people huddled at the beach discussing their option. Ram, Lakshman, Hanumaan and Jambavana discussing the strategy for </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yAXGrus6gVYNXTSua_eXHrZVsRJJ0IyIO9nBhehuVy6QDFSZhUiOebdtbfPERCqaUQffdEawRKQc07Ry0vYwhiHe2EiXj0KwLaJDRBpsCT_NNer7ScjuMBrPPZ_hmE0yeqCRcxhQ2Hw/s72-c/Hanuman.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] The Trial of Ravana</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2015/11/short-story-trial-of-ravana.html</link><category>advait</category><category>corruption</category><category>Dharmachakra</category><category>fictious</category><category>indian mythology</category><category>Mythological Fantasy Story</category><category>Mythology</category><category>ravan</category><category>rewriting stories</category><category>short story</category><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2015 04:41:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-2691228795304111116</guid><description>



Ravan was pacing hard in his royal chamber. A&amp;nbsp;disturbing&amp;nbsp;trend was brought to light in his peoples court today. His advisors informed of rise in corruption among the civil servants. &amp;nbsp;Ravan had always tried hard to instill discipline in his people. He tried hard to maintain peace and policy in the golden land of Lanka. We are the richest kingdom ever, don't they see it? he asked</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_mwMQy8CyJem2Oa2c_jesHIT2TC8IySKNvaFl-fJtrioPV7OPC4TH_fyyopP2PqtOsVU1Ur0GhjqDCSuwFX_YJ0lTIy4sDk2YxckUqJnV8g6OL2QPGYuGp4IEgjRKLrNcGJfwtRYU5Y/s72-c/The+Trialof+Ravan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>A Complete Guide to Writing Fiction using Evernote</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2015/10/a-complete-guide-to-writing-fiction.html</link><category>Breaking News</category><category>evernote</category><category>featured</category><category>nanowrimo</category><category>tips</category><category>writer</category><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2015 06:28:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-731071879850730122</guid><description>



If you know me in my other life, I proudly boast of myself as the Monk Who Sold His Computer for the Cloud. I do not own a computer, apart from video editing, and invest a lot of time trying to replace my computer with cloud services. One of the most important problem faced by me in this period was how do I move novel writing services to the cloud?




Can an internet based service be used </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhUH8XKZ2S22Ii0yfWYNiCavRU0LVvR_XCLCHD-ZeG7CrALfrLsezK1w8m1jVdVlP4Bw9v38fQrT3RSwpypVxOIxPhbFsejBbwD9CnaHiHVw1wWkxBpVy7drGc4XWzZwBBUCuQikyYMI/s72-c/U68NITW3EI.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item><item><title>[Short Story] Winds of Change</title><link>http://www.sidoscope.co.in/2015/10/short-story-winds-of-change.html</link><category>Blogathon</category><category>short story</category><category>Stories</category><category>Time</category><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2015 17:12:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622348547318780615.post-4783056756043306141</guid><description>


This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.



There are moments that come in time-traveller's life when he has to look over his entire existence and asks himself - Is this it? Is this the moment when you determine if you are in the right time-stream?



Look, those who do not know </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KB2LuX-mhbAXF4P7WIku8yWIX3G7qLPPpP2QTRDhEeIqqH923iRy9EphGr4Eg8NBO1_xx6-QtA4R1yN3hp22kQF5rl6vl7AtKHOUp7eekfBck_q9SjJimz_xTnTOzRc8AvjvlIjsAmY/s72-c/NRB5T25KRG.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><author>hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe)</author></item></channel></rss>