<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2024 06:19:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>fun</category><category>life</category><category>mood</category><category>target31</category><category>friendship</category><category>positivity</category><category>environment</category><category>interaction</category><category>romance</category><category>vague</category><category>thoughts</category><category>Delhi</category><category>random</category><category>adventure</category><category>wishes</category><category>excursions</category><category>just like that</category><category>knowledge</category><category>campus</category><category>discussion</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>Jaipur</category><category>auto-suggestion</category><category>travel</category><category>NIT</category><category>entertainment</category><category>info</category><category>creativity</category><category>imagination</category><category>leisure</category><category>vacations</category><category>hostel life</category><category>online</category><category>story</category><category>India</category><category>love</category><category>anger</category><category>comic</category><category>experience</category><category>poetry</category><category>politics</category><category>resolutions</category><category>architecture</category><category>ideals</category><category>issues</category><category>new year</category><category>school</category><category>scooter ride</category><category>birthday</category><category>cell phones / mobiles</category><category>exam</category><category>fiction</category><category>inspiration</category><category>morning walk</category><category>opinion</category><category>party</category><category>personality</category><category>policy</category><category>ride</category><category>blog</category><category>fresh</category><category>quickwite</category><category>radio</category><category>urban decay</category><title>sign9 - tales</title><description>... stories from my experiences, a guy living in Delhi. Sharing with you life here in India, all the fun things and few of my thoughts about some issue...</description><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-5995884308205292697</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2020 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-07-05T02:50:27.860+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">auto-suggestion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">positivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quickwite</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><title>Serenity</title><atom:summary type="text">Photo by Javardh on Unsplash“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I'll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grassthe world is too full to talk about.”
    ―
  
    Rumi
  The fight is within. The fight is in accepting that everything is not in one's control. Neither I have to be blamed for everything nor I have to be absolved. Some say intention matters, if </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2020/07/serenity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LtL-RqI4wE0Zpz2ULTwkVRPFjvFtqZdlKGEP4wX7fGEH9CcgNn5Zd9KwxeUqUmnV-UPhVszYjN8OvBxe9BZp2gwKU_-zRRrzSd5v_rQd4P0ojAPsKlnxL5j3Lxj0mgTkUKkWCw/s72-w400-h500-c/javardh-bYzQxJi8Y7g-unsplash.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-2385031411730318068</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2020 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-06-11T10:59:01.250+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">environment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">issues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">resolutions</category><title>The Walls And The Wells</title><atom:summary type="text">

Photo by Valentin Lacoste on Unsplash“Sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knockthem down.”
    ―
  
    Darnell Lamont Walker,
  
    
      Creep
    And why did I build walls so high? And yes, I suffer them the most... And knowing it all what stops me from pulling them down? I miss all the beauty we created together. The people, I cared madly for. I miss all the good</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-walls-and-wells.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu44wBZV62Vk8XmBl14mY0AescFwXAsVo2p6UBPcr7qvZ6zps18R_zAxZV85zIEi5lk4Mv6AqYU_kZAzCV0XStyaq8V0NbsYZVfDhwajAvjFFPYnreYYjVOXYvavlLWpXn9r-trQ/s72-w640-h426-c/valentin-lacoste-jNSJE8dMro0-unsplash.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-3259278845726357852</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2020 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-04-28T18:25:53.103+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">auto-suggestion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interaction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><title>Deviance?</title><atom:summary type="text">

Red Rose by Masaaki Komori


&amp;nbsp;“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty 
or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to
 him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
  
―
  
    John Joseph Powell,
  
    
      The Secret of Staying in Love
    


Aberrations or deviant behaviour, as they call it, are not easily accepted.</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2020/03/deviance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircYTBepA40rFwB3liJkY_ShD9jE2a19CMg9KZQEvlwpM1mNWmwC3L6wIJZ-f6sug46QYNf71xGVpdNQ6prv8m1kPFBPS3o1k4Nqtcq5KixFpH56TMgUlpNH0tf5TVjpxbakrhbw/s72-c/masaaki-komori-8AiqkQsA6r8-unsplash.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.7040592 77.102490199999991</georss:point><georss:box>28.2581432 76.457043199999987 29.1499752 77.7479372</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-3630570630732235036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2017 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-27T04:48:40.462+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">auto-suggestion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ideals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><title>Doldrums</title><atom:summary type="text">







A post shared by Manik Doomra (@manikdoomra) on Oct 26, 2017 at 9:47am PDT






Sunsets are proof that endings can often be beautiful too. - Beau Taplin



There are patches when you are not vocal, you wilfully refuse to speak out. Often it is the period you are not sure/aware of your own feelings. The pangs are recurring and you are bewildered. If you don't understand yourself, what to </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2017/10/doldrums.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/G_sBOsh-vyI/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-3002719319235880902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2017 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-29T08:02:12.123+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ideals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>32nd Milestone</title><atom:summary type="text">

Tropicana by Jeremy Bishop



There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. - Jane Austen

&amp;nbsp;Amidst the lofty high-rises and mundane offices is the offing. A simple retreat, missed a number of times for no reasons of particular merits. It is the unfinished business and it lingers on. The itch that persists past its usual date. And they say you rid the itch by satisfying it.

The ideas of </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2017/06/32nd-milestone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvZGiGoi_tlbS7Lye5dfcPMsjP8AlGnOQBCvAdshGIQYxMRVmnJcmfHo70rfujIK4ui4xV3JzDcHQqTEBjBSo-OA2IL5PjMXxF6seKxHf5r-lbCGtEmq0fREMMLN9KRaB1tpU3Q/s72-c/jeremy-bishop-274840.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-8764783096690101552</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2017 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-29T08:15:42.300+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacations</category><title>Old Kent Road</title><atom:summary type="text">






Leisure Weekends! #games  #fun #design  #colours #monopoly #home

A post shared by Manik Doomra (@manikdoomra) on May 3, 2015 at 12:29am PDT




Do you know the 
difference between a beautiful woman and a charming one? A beauty is a 
woman you notice, a charmer is one who notices you.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/adlaieste114102.html?src=t_beautiful

Do you </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2017/05/old-kent-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-2568204130110493760</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2016 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-29T08:16:34.929+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacations</category><title>Lahore</title><atom:summary type="text">






Tangible Intangible #spiritual #Delhi #diwali

A photo posted by Manik Doomra (@manikdoomra) on Nov 25, 2016 at 10:34am PST






Old man pours him milk, breadcrumbs dipped in it. Early morning pedigree.. 7:20 am north-bound mail just departed 15 minutes ago. Peeling oranges, he instructs Chotu to arrange bread on display and sprinkle water to settle the dust on the street. A red Coca-Cola</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2016/11/lahore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-6057760654184319900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2016 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-29T08:15:28.452+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><title>First Jury</title><atom:summary type="text">


A customized version of Jenga, being played in an architecture studio session.


Clad in formals, they come in a variety of sizes. Small, Medium, Large and XL. A particularly tiny one seems perplexed and serious. A gentle smile relaxes the kid and those eyes appear appreciative of the support. Another variety of support is 'Moral'. Which is nothing but presence, an active presence! Over cups </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2016/11/first-jury.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgl2OBPSOh74LtyTICnbY27PA54oshvAxmoXuY_m25kO-Xq73QSrcjVeSrU-KMSi3pja0f-RF-LwdL_iqytMR4hmx-jbmsBLZB5PnJoQN92lRv5UEzitBNKuqu0RLhgDFPrmS3Q/s72-c/IMG_20161110_154121362_HDR.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-7857262850878914583</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2015 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-17T02:10:11.815+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">info</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">issues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knowledge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">opinion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">policy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>Beef Over Beef</title><atom:summary type="text">

Farmers at work in Myanmar


The politicians in India are debating diet of nation, some of them with quite loose tongues (Sangeet Som, Manohar Lal Khattar, Assasuddin Owaisi, Mohammad Azam to name a few). Meanwhile, the filth elected by popular mandate has forgot that alternative to beef is pulses, with regards to protein content and as a staple component of Indian diet and at Rs 200/kg those </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2015/10/beef-over-beef.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrODOC7hm_6LQ4fHqf85htQw59_TCEz2AkcFf9Mvop3qUvKnuqFgx48RSYeFXjmVr-5455_6WVg_j14ZFC4uIj_iujOl-OVI9piYYmllKmUp0bsk3WTKXKv2W-EWk7OJ5RV281A/s72-c/Rijstvelden_Myanmar_2006.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-4723899745989886051</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2015 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-26T10:39:24.239+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">issues</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knowledge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">policy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Half-Baked Federalism</title><atom:summary type="text">

A ribbon produced in support of Federation of Australia in 1899.


&amp;nbsp;India is a federation of states. A federation heavily biased towards central government. The idea of an extremely strong centre might have been historically important, but with growing economic and social integration of states within the federation, the nation should think of granting more autonomy to states, primarily </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2015/08/half-baked-federalism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MNv_7PmKihZjP9lN1M4FWy9FuxdOa42kwLqefLb2I1tLwZIDQLyELnmddXNMMnwORz3xa1GYMumO1rRvGqAapKC5jdU3H0Up51yphhE4CUPF0_bWMcMJ2LQZVvuZfto1e6DD3w/s72-c/Australia_Federation_Ribbon2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-5996299967748780364</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2015 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-03T15:46:35.129+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Delhi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>Protocols</title><atom:summary type="text">
This republic day, 2 protocols were not followed for goodness. In the first case, the tradition of inviting ex-CMs of Delhi to republic day parades was broken by not extending invitation to Mr. Arvind Kejriwal. In the second, the prime minister of India himself received US President at airport. The latter is not unprecedented, Manmohan Singh has done it before. The publicity and mania </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2015/02/protocols.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-6044521053614781622</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2014 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-12T02:17:57.863+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ideals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>The Detroit Red</title><atom:summary type="text">

Malcolm X in March 1964


"There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, 
every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your
 performance next time." — Malcolm X






While anger is something we are taught to contain, it certainly is one of the purest emotion. An angry person is a spontaneous person, the best he can be. What an angry person says is </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-detroit-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSh4O7WakCureW8SOXFXX67fhTDn-2Vb1BzNxvTS7rP1Q5JjLzsYPZmj9kw-CjPSc8wAWT5YZZaqX0r8u4X9H1eJBcWhE8CzgUQNqwC0s1llKekLzWgCQgQWng3ecD2WqI5EEMqA/s72-c/Malcolm_X_NYWTS_2a.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-4208093487660558595</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2014 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-16T15:30:41.156+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personality</category><title>The Throne Is Vacant</title><atom:summary type="text">

Full bloom in Delhi, mid-March.




The object of my worship lies beyond perception's reach; For men who see, the Kaába is a compass, nothing more. - Mirza Ghalib

He was already 74 when I was born. His most famous book was in its 50s when I read it. And while am still exploring him, he is a dead man at 99. He lived far more than life expectancy in his homeland, India.




The grand old man of </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2014/03/khushwant-singh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuS-8H-M1vNMBrEDz-yEKCNlx8tFLh9HGZ53gIc18jLcXaZRq_3Hnmo5ig9BGt4sb0SBz5NbrnhEYmby4npwt7vR29RIAEZHYGuHcyJAqA6bkW1spE2X7TSXZO2KAvClZrmNX-A/s72-c/IMG_20140321_105631207_HDR.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>West Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.619984215519004 77.107688172460939</georss:point><georss:box>28.592106215519003 77.06734767246094 28.647862215519005 77.148028672460939</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-6482940366949473986</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2014 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-16T15:30:32.385+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">anger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">environment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interaction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>Saffron Perspective of Green Terrorism</title><atom:summary type="text">

An Indian National Congress rally in Mumbai.
Courtesy: Al Jazeera English &amp;nbsp;on Flickr | License: CC BY-SA 2.0




Since, in India, the right wing political activism has been painted the colour Saffron, often without giving much thought and insight to its ideologue, I would like to term my views of ex-environment minister, Jayanthi Natrajan's criminal adventurism in office for as long as 3 </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2014/01/saffron-perspective-of-green-terrorism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzaTS0eEhyYiYTQb7yBZbADhzu0OcMl6EpYpT5mIVetfupEOH51gXaFBJ_mQnfs_71qLE96I_Bi_tkMHslwdCEhzvv4ZH9EpB8vj5zGnhvwpriIUlxWg6zWLNi12E_zLlZYy8vw/s72-c/Indian_National_congress_party_rally_-_Flickr_-_Al_Jazeera_English.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>West Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.622997914192041 77.107344849707033</georss:point><georss:box>28.595121914192042 77.067004349707034 28.65087391419204 77.147685349707032</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-4237397648910326110</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jan 2014 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-16T15:31:23.182+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vague</category><title>Gap</title><atom:summary type="text">

A bus travelling through vast fields.
Courtesy: World Bank Photo Collection on Flickr | License: CC BY-NC-ND 2.0






Late winter , air was still cold and dry. One would shiver given the harsh environment. They had begun gathering and load luggage in the bus. Meeting and greeting every new-comer. There are smiles and chatter all around but his is an anxious soul. He has made some plans for the</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2014/01/gap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLLBGv8Z1MYIW539KgTVkH5qDBTwZQQLW3JfeIUovKufmgpZ4lTQ9gekp81B3uO9_6Xw0UC9lC5keaN_1buftARjzmdBIPK69X-CUdam67lK6pO2ohhRhw6OMgGxnf_vinn6cFyA/s72-c/bus+travel.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>West Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.619381465404125 77.107344849707033</georss:point><georss:box>28.591505465404126 77.067004349707034 28.647257465404124 77.147685349707032</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-4370207888743955664</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-16T15:39:04.568+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jaipur</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">positivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><title>Same Place... Same Time...</title><atom:summary type="text">

A simple facade.
Courtesy: Alexandre Dulaunoy on Flickr | License: CC BY-SA 2.0



(originally posted on Facebook)&amp;nbsp;

Red Stripes: Duh, ugly face sits in front of me, checking me out sheepishly :$ :$ :$..


Blue Tee: *not caring, checks her out* : Huh! Another one out of school, (needy) tags a guy, flaunting her ladies...*turns around, looks on the other side* Black cat is grace, big lively</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2013/05/same-place-same-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRn4ufP3dBFbXSKHhU0NzkrNinWHdsQdXCk4b6ymRWd8AlcbSDzrHMMqouR2DjdD5ajGBeQ5ROjlD5m65P3ShbuV8Et2kAMGmdBL_gHI5sj0uCysXrBtu5xDHFdfkIA0rB7FcsYg/s72-c/facade.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jaipur, Rajasthan, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>26.9124165 75.787287900000024</georss:point><georss:box>26.4592225 75.14184090000002 27.3656105 76.432734900000028</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-5813802299574946291</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-16T15:41:47.971+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Delhi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vague</category><title>Underdog</title><atom:summary type="text">

A Bungalow on Barakhamba Road, New Delhi.
Courtesy : linuskendall on Flickr.


Sunlight filters into the first floor balcony of this building of colonial standing. It somewhat perturbs but nonetheless is fun to get some tan on a winter noon. As he and his friend walk through an array of oil paintings, done meticulously on canvas, they are increasingly appreciative of artists' talents, </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2012/05/underdog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.635308 77.22496</georss:point><georss:box>28.4123265 76.909103 28.858289499999998 77.54081699999999</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-1791549642080345736</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2012 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-15T01:29:10.156+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fresh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vague</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Unresolved!</title><atom:summary type="text">

A bridge and a frozen river!
Courtesy: Irmeli Aro on Flickr | License: CC BY-NC-ND 2.0



Dear Diary (sorry for the typos, happens frequently at this hour, humane!)


Four yellow-green lights blink in front of him, the only sounds being very infrequent taps on computer keyboard and constant humming of the ceiling fan. Yet its noisy in his head, even a hectic and corrosive day is unable to put </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2012/05/unresolved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvSFiV1xwiETvGqrmxImNMjMuUnwvG8-NGi6vsR9C8lcP74cpymo7uBdsx9RdWvXBFsKktwBEEP3jE8vNsBqy84Am7oFSYYH1VodFcix2z7lelsadu0TGhTUl4pMK24s__dauYEQ/s72-c/bridge.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.635308 77.22496</georss:point><georss:box>28.4123265 76.909103 28.858289499999998 77.54081699999999</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-885007043155951213</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T21:56:25.909+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Birds...</title><atom:summary type="text">







Beautiful Red Cherries
Courtesy: Colin on Flicker | License: CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

...as a 4 or 5 something she stands out! A sunflower yellow frock falls down her waist creating a bizarre contrast against her pale and freckled skin. Face glows crowned with black hair that vanish around her slender neck, which seems to jab out of floral shirt concealing her rather lanky figure. He goes on his </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2011/10/birds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5Y0JyiBa7tw2skfSNU28O302LW8B4a0JTH_IOArH79YHhllyfMbUd_NUIC-TrukeFYyoUL267E_yYtXhO7ZBmgC_8iCEKTCl_HIGFMjjewMtXR9UOtyCCWtuxn4JxJXAyDHk1Q/s72-c/red+cherries.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jaipur, Rajasthan, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>26.917 75.817</georss:point><georss:box>26.6904685 75.501143 27.1435315 76.132856999999987</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-966035936311246263</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 07:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-08T13:28:16.549+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morning walk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">radio</category><title>Laugh The Walk</title><atom:summary type="text">



Photo by jenny downing on Flickr.



Well 2 long months and no post. A bit busy and a lot more lazy. Anyways out of excuses now and I have a lot of time and some nice stories. Here comes one that happened today morning...

A rather long night sleep, whole 10 hours of it, to leave the whole body sore and lungs out of Oxygen, the only remedy could be a morning walk at 10! Its another usual walk</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/10/laugh-walk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3313/3344452980_701b61632f_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.6234049193362 77.102737426757812</georss:point><georss:box>28.585734419336198 77.044372426757818 28.6610754193362 77.161102426757807</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-7288595983071086373</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T21:59:35.164+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">architecture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">urban decay</category><title>Punjabi Baroque</title><atom:summary type="text">
While browsing Wikipedia for things like 'Framed Structure', 'Green Architecture', 'Avante Garde' ,  'Fiscal Deficits' etc  I drift into (give into the habit of) searching a bit more, ignoring the grasshopper's advice, "Ideas are dangerous!", in the animation movie 'A Bug's Life' and learn about a person called Gautam Bhatia.



He happens to be an architect who authored a book called 'Punjabi </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/08/punjabi-baroque.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-4290563851918466607</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 06:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T22:15:52.823+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morning walk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>A Sunday Morning Rain</title><atom:summary type="text">

A Shikara in a lake in Kashmir.
Courtesy: BOMBMAN on Flickr | License: CC BY 2.0






He suddenly wakes up at 3:45 AM after a 'once in a while' timely sleep, following a dream sequence probably echoing some scene from the early mornings of hostel life. Soon he is enjoying a not much anticipated rainfall, while reading, browsing, munching; waiting for hands of clock to spread apart vertically.
</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-morning-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMRqVNJl9g1JyrLybLMoXCiWsqa414Q4NjxkerOIyKg8IZm_fYqfDoR9Wxz9q1FiX-KsAw6q7HYexZIFEYWJm0hkG_gY2eF1DmgaQSdp59IxYxTfViBDratfQr455Qyq7h4CbdA/s72-c/shikara.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>New Delhi, Delhi, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>28.635308 77.22496</georss:point><georss:box>28.333978499999997 76.758040999999992 28.9366375 77.691879</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-6554627208991384011</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T22:35:07.787+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interaction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leisure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online</category><title>Cha(n)t</title><atom:summary type="text">

Bird on the branch.
Courtesy : Rob on Flickr | License: CC BY 2.0



There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy. - Mark Twain




A fantastic chat with a stranger! (I have many.) Like to talk, learn, discuss...



You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: hi

You: hi

</atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/05/chant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4177882475_e44a0837c5_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-7726385968843970851</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T22:56:00.071+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discussion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Check Mate</title><atom:summary type="text">


A rather distinct and beautiful Chess set.
Courtesy: Martin Lopatka on Flickr | License: CC BY-SA 2.0



The most imaginative people are the most credulous, for them everything is possible. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- Alexander Chase




Eight by eight board of blacks and whites. Sixteen pawns, twelve face members, two queens, two kings and two players contemplating moves to win the game - </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/03/check-mate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_xHxTnqsMiQ4GuaksNW19V0xt2IL1dxWgYMnshiE63MepFa87_4yYqkCvSIiasZwSxBn81ZHCuBDC51vlx3PlFYSRmUG1rTHv3CYFrNtpNTaLOiTBQI_0FHkKa_cx0b116NYI5A/s72-c/chess.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35341666.post-368065634774399824</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-14T23:11:32.362+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Delhi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">just like that</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>For Sake Of Corridors</title><atom:summary type="text">


A school corridor at night.Courtesy: Kevin Dooley on Flickr | License: CC BY 2.0



The future bleongs to those who believe in power of their dreams. - Anna Eleanor Roosevelt


I admit that I have a lot to write but that's not the reason I am writing. This time the reason is that I have got thousands of things to do, but am not able to determine what to do, besides logging in and out of many </atom:summary><link>https://sign9.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-sake-of-corridors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Manik Doomra)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQmrPuqoXdaq969j21F9a9mfpW07GvvP7UK3IouWNlZXy-WJh_V0sREecgcgqsd2SZt_-x1Mu2u_EcPjhOii9rbixejcVWsT-kfHyBX86zreqoF1ifQEMIUuizwHQcQaSR4vOgsw/s72-c/corridor.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item></channel></rss>