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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:51:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Professional Pakau</title><description>Pakau - A slang word used for a person who is adept at spreading boredom. So When I call myself a Professional Pakau, i guarantee that the ennui will get the better of you. 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With a determination to fulfill my promise I began with the ground work necessary for writing a novel. The mysterious baffling theory that would be the heart of the story was finalised. A plot around it was woven. The main actors were drafted. Supporting actors came in.</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/11/quest-for-writing-part-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-5723119131211979657</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T04:50:16.813-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Six word stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><title>I write endlessly. Six Word Stories</title><atom:summary type="text">God created humans. Humans created Gods.  I have a new fixation. It is called Six Word stories. It adds to my previous obsession over Haikus, demotivators and poetry. Although, I haven't published any story accompanying my photographs on Flickr yet, that seems enticing too.Guiding light appeared. Electricity went off.Wildest dreams came true. Still sleeping.  It is said that Ernest Hemingway was </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-write-endlessly-six-word-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-2460305078636885917</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T01:16:07.565-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Google Wave</category><title>A glance at Google Wave</title><atom:summary type="text">Before beginning the post, let me thank my friend Abtony for giving me an invite to the much awaited Google Wave. I received the invite from Google 5 days after he sent it. For the past few days I've been using the application and here is a brief review.Wave ID: There is no new Google Wave ID. Gmail address continues to be the Google Wave ID. I know sudhamshu@googlewave.com is available and I </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/10/glance-at-google-wave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YoMr0FTliDU/StGMYxILwPI/AAAAAAAAEkY/B4pbuA3-Iq8/s72-c/GWave2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-4576992908137189597</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T00:51:08.937-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Traffic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><title>Overdrive on Indian Traffic</title><atom:summary type="text">I start from my home on the bike. Music is running on my mind. I hum along. Bob my head. Couple of bikes behind me honk. I move away, they still honk. Some cars join them in the cacophony. The singing mood is long gone. I can't get agitated. I stop at the signal. 60 seconds until the signal would turn Green. Kill the engine. Another honking car zips beside me on the wrong side of the road, breaks</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/10/overdrive-on-indian-traffic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-7209985423030079682</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T03:48:39.579-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gandhi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><title>A tribute to simplicity</title><atom:summary type="text">The negativityIt is the 2nd of October again. Another national holiday utilised by people to devote their time &amp; writing skills to curse Mahatma Gandhi - (e.g Crapchand Gandhi)I don't revolt. I know I was just as brash in my adolescence. Go against the popular opinion. Just state some lesser known facts and become the "Cool" person around. Who am I cheating here? What is important, winning an </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/10/tribute-to-simplicity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-6483783553839282024</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 08:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T02:39:12.232-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poety</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Movies</category><title>Into the Wild</title><atom:summary type="text">"Happiness is only real, when shared" - Into the Wild  Saw the movie Into the Wild last night. Impressive landscapes. Distressing thoughts. Battle against one's own mind. The eventual loss to Nature. Magnanimity of the heart. Ignominy of the society. Brilliant introspection of Philosophy. Eventual death of Hope.How far before the endurance lasts? How long before the search ends?How much time do </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/07/into-wild.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-4079186423015204114</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T11:41:34.010-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twitter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internet</category><title>You've got a Tweet.</title><atom:summary type="text">Q: If fear of long words is hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, what is fear of long sentences? A: Twitter! There was a time I'd rummage the internet looking for interesting articles. Everything is information. Never know when it would become knowledge. I came across some very inane websites/blogs while doing that. But soon enough, I learnt the trick of improving my search terms and thus began a</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/07/youve-got-tweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-1605697003381466580</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T12:20:01.897-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chennai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><title>Silent Dreams</title><atom:summary type="text">Thoughts shroud my brain. Thoughts of things I've lost. Things that built my dreams. I sit alone for hours. Days pass by. Nights seem even longer. But these thoughts never leave me. They grow on me. Drag me deeper into my reverie. It makes me miserable.  Along comes the wave. The big one. If you thought you were safe at the shore, you were wrong. You try to evade it. It drenches you. Promptly it </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-6588814530586743036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T10:34:08.967-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><title>Free will or Destiny</title><atom:summary type="text">Destiny - The ultimate agency that predetermines the course of events.  For long I have been of the belief that any single person is incapable of choosing the way he/she leads his life. No one can really plan out how they will fulfill their goals, guess all the obstacles that would come their way and be ready with a solution for it once they face them. I have always believed in that term called </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-will-or-destiny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-7376330578239094767</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T11:21:09.182-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><title>Scrutinising confidence</title><atom:summary type="text">You are sent to a place you've never seen before. You are to meet people you've never known. No idea what they would say. No clue how receptive they would be to what you have to say. Does the prospect fill you with fear? You think you would start stammering &amp; sweat your guts out? (Have you read this?!) If the strange place is replaced by home and the strangers by your friends how easy does your </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/05/scrutinising-confidence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-3619757581055959850</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T05:38:45.665-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumbai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elections</category><title>Irresponsible Mumbai</title><atom:summary type="text">Mumbai is a city that thrives on excesses. A few days after the dastardly terrorist attack on Nov 26, 2008 thousands of Mumbaikars gathered in a morcha. They strung banners mocking &amp; cursing politicians, shouted slogans against them and demanded immediate action from the Government. Immediate action meant a war against Pakistan. The government luckily is much more sane than Mumbaikars.  Mumbai </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/05/irresponsible-mumbai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-8113496871422386995</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T00:05:24.582-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chennai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Puzzle</category><title>Picking up the Pieces - The End</title><atom:summary type="text">Previously on Picking up the Pieces!Day 0Day 1-6Somewhere near Day 8:The End is always the most difficult one. You know it is within reach. You can see it happening. You are so eager to grasp it. But yet it keeps dragging on forever.I however managed to get over the frustration and finished off the puzzle. Its a 28 X 36 resolution Jigsaw. Off the 1008 pieces, I seem to have lost around 35 of them</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/04/picking-up-pieces-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YoMr0FTliDU/SdjFZrhf1AI/AAAAAAAADzw/zndyc96rZQM/s72-c/IMG_5637.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-2533355379364338585</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 09:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T02:35:41.502-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Puzzle</category><title>Picking up the pieces - Day 1 - 6</title><atom:summary type="text">There has been progress in that little project of mine of picking up the pieces. The jigsaw puzzle is going on quite well with all the constraints. Learnt quite a lot of things while piecing them together. Oh! The distraction, the lack of concentration, the inability to see minute things. I think my recent excesses in Photograph manipulation made it slightly easier as I was able to look for </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/03/picking-up-pieces-day-1-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YoMr0FTliDU/Sc8-eoz9e5I/AAAAAAAADyg/7wzjQoM-JPU/s72-c/IMG_5577.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-7335475228105011453</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T06:59:58.397-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chennai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Puzzle</category><title>Picking up the pieces - Day 0</title><atom:summary type="text">I read an article recently that said that Brain begins its decline at the age 27. It is around the age of 27 that one starts showing signs of temporary memory loss. "Where are my keys?", "I forgot I had to come home by 7pm!" and the ilk. The ability of the mind to find patterns in problems reduces. It becomes a bit more difficult to solve puzzles.  Oh! Well, call me hypochondriac, but I feel all </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/03/picking-up-pieces-day-0.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YoMr0FTliDU/ScZCmn_a5kI/AAAAAAAADyY/ZY54ByM_Bjw/s72-c/IMG_5546.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-3077361006473124606</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T06:50:26.456-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>An Ode</title><atom:summary type="text">Continuing with my Phoetry (Photo + Poetry) work from Flickr.Blossoming with the deepest hues,A surge of vitality ensues.A flutter here, a sigh there.Mirthful, Carefree, yet self-aware.For a whiff of its scent even the Wind it longs.The harsh sun, the stealthy bee,Untainted from all wrongs.Like Flowers they are.A Photographer I am,Just can't pluck them.</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/02/ode.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-10083784094450666</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T00:42:47.918-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chennai</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>A moment of reflection</title><atom:summary type="text">This is probably the best photograph I have ever taken. Or maybe the most appreciated so far. I've been writing poetry along with some of my photographs on Flickr. I think the popular term is Phoetry (Photo + Poetry). But since there are not that many takers for Poetry on Flickr, I decided to publish them here, on my blog too. Few more to come. Hope you like it.A moment of reflection, originally </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/02/moment-of-reflection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-4322939672287408128</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 09:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-18T02:29:17.648-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ISRO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><title>ISRO - Space Technology for the Poor</title><atom:summary type="text">I was watching a show called "Moon Dreamers" on NDTV a few days back. It was right after ISRO succesfully launched the Chandrayaan - I and put it in the moon's orbit. ISRO Chairman Madhavan Nair and Project director M. Annadurai were in the panel. The talk was interesting until the audience started asking questions.  I think people in my generation have a few things in common. Jumping to </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/01/isro-space-technology-for-poor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-1366221291266838935</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T11:09:02.048-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Idea</category><title>Craving for creative pain!</title><atom:summary type="text">Creativity(noun) - The ability to create   I have talked about the Quest for an Idea before. The upsurge I spoke of is the harbinger of creativity - a wonderful state of mind. A state of mind that I find difficult to attain lately. Been quite content recently. And a contented person is not creative, I realise.     Nature used to be my favourite muse earlier. A star-studded sky, a lovely sunset or</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/01/craving-for-creative-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-1325731565123184241</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T09:47:32.147-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Astronomy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Science</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mythology</category><title>International Year of Astronomy - 2009</title><atom:summary type="text">2009 has been declared as the International Year of Astronomy. Most people, myself included, have forgotten the pristine pleasure that one derives by just looking up at the sky and seeing all the stars light up. All of it looks chaotic at first, but once you start recognising certain patterns, you begin to figure out constellations. Our ancestors derived so much pleasure and inspiration out of it</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2009/01/international-year-of-astronomy-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YoMr0FTliDU/SVz7upQgzrI/AAAAAAAAC3s/VfLKQCKtIJQ/s72-c/cassiopeiaBlue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-3983164614988200201</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T08:55:14.802-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><title>Of Authors and Prejudices</title><atom:summary type="text">Does presentation of a dish alter the way the food tastes? Does it say anything about the cook who made the dish? I am not doing a research on these subjects. I do not wish to get an Ig Nobel Prize for such a research. But replacing the food for a book, the presentation to the writing style and the cook to its author puts things in a different perspective. Would you read a book of an author whose</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-authors-and-prejudices.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-7256514423820537559</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-20T10:30:32.407-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><title>Reading: Leisure vs Speed</title><atom:summary type="text">My library is not one of those modern well-catalogued libraries where you can search for your books on a computer and then find the exact rack where you will locate it. Its a small lending library with rows of racks dedicated to various types of books. I don't like visiting my library.   I start looking for the book I need and sweat starts trickling down my forehead. The librarian sees me wipe it</atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-leisure-vs-speed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-388387723035855902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-16T05:02:38.995-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Recognising Imbecility</title><atom:summary type="text">I've been childish, foolish and stupid very often recently. The worst facet of it that makes me an imbecile is that I knew all the while I was being those things. Maybe, that is what separates me from kids who would do it innocently. Its time I start acting my age. Oh! That counter keeps ticking away rapidly. So hard to catch up. Sigh!  Ideas turning to Tripe  I've somehow taken to writing a lot </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/12/recognising-imbecility.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-5006562847110409050</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T10:50:17.494-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Haiku Overdose</title><atom:summary type="text">Caught up with childhood mates,Relived, rejoiced the old tales,We are all different people now.  I am back. Back to writing for my own pleasure. The pressure to write just because I haven't written for a while is no longer compelling. I wish to write and the words are flowing. As non-sensical as they ever were. But they make every little sense to me. That is where I encrypt my secrets.The sky </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/12/haiku-overdose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-7101386181713165062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T10:47:11.849-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philosophy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pakau</category><title>I feel like writing</title><atom:summary type="text">It was like a barrage. Continuous thuds being hammered with clockwork precision. Chaos on TV, chaos on the Internet and obviously chaos in the real world. People talking, people screaming, people weeping. But are people really thinking? No time to waste. A second gone unused, a precious moment made worthless. The propensity to make every moment worthwhile is so overwhelming that everyone is </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-writing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794515.post-3973341835993873768</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T09:52:28.562-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chennai</category><title>Shameless Delight!</title><atom:summary type="text">I just saw a photograph I took in print and I am ecstatic. Immediately took a picture of the article and uploaded it here -  http://tinyurl.com/6bbp5hSince the photo is not that clear the printed text is as follows:"About the Picture: It is a collection of a few photographs of squirrels in my backyard. My mother usually leaves some food there. Apart from the birds and cats that munch the food, </atom:summary><link>http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2008/11/shameless-delight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sudhu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
