<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 06:20:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Revising days that we live</category><category>Spread Cheer</category><category>Spread Happiness</category><category>Seasons</category><title>The befuddled rambler</title><description>Inebriated (Drunk) Sylvian (Rustic) Rumination (Cow-like)</description><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-5470219023283947541</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-27T09:12:11.675+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spread Cheer</category><title>End of half of 2010</title><atom:summary type="text">As part of the new journey I am on – I believe there are certain experiences which are worth sharing. This journey is full of wonderful anecdotes, travesties, experiences, small journeys and big voyages, collection of battles and winners of wars. There is no winner, there are no losers, no interpreters, no impostors, no beliefs, no mirages. There is a manifestation of your own self – and what you</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-half-of-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-1105795121741114162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-22T16:41:30.138+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>1990</title><atom:summary type="text">I cannot see. I have had an eye operation. I cannot weep. Water and more so saline water is not good for the wounds fresh in the eyes. The eyes are wrapped, bandaged tight, and once they open, I am not supposed to wear spectacles any more. He is not there with me. He has gone to make a few swift telephone calls back home. He has gone to bring some food. It is difficult to find nutritious food for</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2010/06/1990.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-1982126731770369876</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-19T09:57:13.643+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>Return</title><atom:summary type="text">I thought I would never come back. Primarily because I dislike; no, I hate the MS Office look, which comes to haunt 80% of my waking hours. But then I did have lots to share, lots to say. And then I did make up my mind to indeed write again. But now that I have done, I really don’t know what to write first.      In a singular, disdainful and reckless moment of carelessness I have destroyed a lot </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2010/06/return.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-2100303986772611258</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T14:20:17.163+05:30</atom:updated><title>He is no more</title><atom:summary type="text">For the man who wrote his own obituary - for people, he knew, would miss him long after he is gone Another day has goneI&#39;m still all aloneHow could this beYou&#39;re not here with meYou never said goodbyeSomeone tell me whyDid you have to goAnd leave my world so coldEveryday I sit and ask myselfHow did love slip awaySomething whispers in my ear and saysThat you are not aloneFor I am here with </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-is-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfIHMMGwZbbpr1dmFZvTKUqkf60S8JtvvNfgO3UPGdY8rJZWMkE_WEgb5GhiUKPoO3tqvXAvRKVXZvSEoP2CthFLWi7p9jEV3LZuiZ00tv49QRHRlFjD-wEbRxHdhwmKVmG1iqFA/s72-c/michael-jackson-wallpaper4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-3338995862745661581</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T21:04:30.253+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>The Post Lehman Era</title><atom:summary type="text">PLAYBOY IN MARKET FOR A SUGAR DADDY WITH $300MBy KEITH J. KELLYMay 22, 2009 --PLAYBOY Enterprises, the far-flung empire founded by Hugh Hefner in 1953, is quietly being shopped around for $300 million, sources tell Media Ink.But so far, well-heeled suitors that have been approached, like Apollo Capital Partners and Providence Equity Partners, haven&#39;t stepped up.The battered company&#39;s market </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-lehman-era.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-4951721213313472905</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T15:55:23.948+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Seasons</category><title>Summerisms - I</title><atom:summary type="text">Now there is one serious democratic exercise going around. The one that we call in India as elections. And true to his duty towards the nation and free of notions from any exit polls, Contramental donned his summer hat and did go out to vote. The travesties in this exercise are enlisted herein.Summer of 2009 and we gear ourselves for one of the most intense, and interesting exercise in the </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/05/summerisms-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-7878152387257863944</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 09:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T15:00:32.756+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>Heads you win, tails I lose</title><atom:summary type="text">[It was a conscious decision to write this piece after a hiatus. This hiatus was meant to understand life, to take in every morsel, chew and grind them and relish its taste long after it is gone. And then when again I complain, thinking that each bite of life tastes the same – relive those moments when bland or bitter, any dish would have been savored and you would exchange anything for a few </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/04/heads-you-win-tails-i-lose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-111902137816943871</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T22:14:59.301+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>Of Weddings and Tourists</title><atom:summary type="text">Not to worry, my consultant friend still has a job, so please do not miss him too much. Regulars at this place will know of his courtship over an IPL match and how he managed a wife for himself. Gallons of waters have gone under the bridges since then. And it would really take me a tome to finish off with his experiences, for many of which I was an equal partner.For instance, lets start with the </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-weddings-and-tourists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-3742827120216201446</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T00:41:26.885+05:30</atom:updated><title>Pink - A Tribute</title><atom:summary type="text">I always thought that pink had to be a girl fetish. But I will tell you that secretly I used to love the color. Right from the days when I was a baby, I had one of those pink, soft bedspread which used to mollycoddle on me Winnie the Pooh.In fact so much was this awkwardness effect of pink on me that during my college days I could never bring myself to hear one of my favorite chartbusters – &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-tribute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-2980139298269816108</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T11:11:58.729+05:30</atom:updated><title>Poverty porn - my take</title><atom:summary type="text">Subjectivity and laterality are concepts which have slowly lost out over the last year in all spheres of life. There are numerous such instances in political, social, economic and cultural circles, if we overlook certain lose exceptions. Lets look at just one – films.The year 2008 ended with one of the biggest box office grossers, Ghajini. Ghajini’s records and box-office stamina should come as a</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2009/01/poverty-porn-my-take.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-1718621610656588255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T10:10:47.508+05:30</atom:updated><title>Newly Found</title><atom:summary type="text">Very frankly put I had thought that I would write this piece over last weekend. And then I found it too lethargic to do the same. Over this week, a number of things have happened which might have made me loose interest or inspiration in what I wrote but the essential undertone remains the same. Every citizen of this country believes that to tide over one watershed event, there are two sure shot </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/12/newly-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-8227402342212528554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T12:09:24.231+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spread Cheer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spread Happiness</category><title>Pattering Patil</title><atom:summary type="text">As promised, Contramental would strive to bring some smile to anyone it can, in these hours and hours to come. For today it is some of the sound bytes that our ex home minister, Shivraj Patil emanated during his tenure. Dont be mistaken, Mr Bush, you got stiff competition. (courtesy: The Economic Times, Mumbai Edition, 1 December, 2008)“You want Afzal Guru to be hanged. (At the same time) you are</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/12/pattering-patil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-6108015407274059667</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T11:13:15.484+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>The Wait</title><atom:summary type="text">CONTINUED...“Water”. That was her first utterance, when we slouched on the couch at our reception, finally trying to regain sanity. I remember being told that when someone meets death in the face, his life till then seems to pass by like a feature film. Nothing like this happened to me, which provides me with a couple of plausible reasons. One is that I just saw two shots and two lives convert to</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/11/wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-9045352997846807465</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T20:15:59.847+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Revising days that we live</category><title>Another Day</title><atom:summary type="text">It was that time of the day again. That time of the day when I hate my fiancé. When she calls on my mobile in the morning and tries to coo in my ear, “Hi honey, good morning, time to get up. Wont you have to get to office. Get ready soon, me too need to get going.” I mean, argh! Lets leave it to that. Sloppy brush swipes, razor swaps, quick browse through the headlines of the Economic Times as I </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-4496311856259567430</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T10:58:03.387+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spread Cheer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spread Happiness</category><title>England flee - the real reason</title><atom:summary type="text">It has been a startling week; a wonderful awakening. From now on I have decided to spread some cheer to this world in my own small, a small signature defiance to show my right to live; amidst this pall of gloom and worry.By a thorough recee of publications, I have just been able to dig out one of the real reasons why the England cricket team fled, just before the Guwahati ODI, leaving behind a </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/11/england-flee-real-reason.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-130582138561173620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T14:14:42.718+05:30</atom:updated><title>i in CAPITALS Please</title><atom:summary type="text">I refuse to apologise for lethargies these days. As in earlier days, writers had poetic license for anything amusingly imaginative. For people like me, the ready reckoner easily these days seem to be, “well I was saving my job, my writing anyways doesn’t bring me any bread.” So here I am again at my office desk with my masquerading cap on, trying to bring about that air of working hard, when I </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-in-capitals-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-5191266167984633080</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-14T18:31:01.177+05:30</atom:updated><title>Keep Playing - I</title><atom:summary type="text">This thought had come to me sometime back, when I was trying to figure out what has been the most benevolent governmental move in the recent years. I have been trying to figure the same out for sometime, browsing through reams and reams of internet pages. I had originally thought that there could be nothing more important and more fulfilling than empowerment of the masses who are little less </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-playing-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-7786018190993018655</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T15:55:35.737+05:30</atom:updated><title>Weird Sundays</title><atom:summary type="text">I can feel for residents of Chembur today. I can feel for employees and owners of Kamran Power Control Pvt Ltd today. As the ATS swoops on them with the glare and flash of TV cameras pointing dead ahead on them, barking dogs zoomed in and out on the TV screen, residents must be feeling, but this is what we see on television everyday, if Mr. Bachchan is not returning without alarming Mumbai Police</atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-sundays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-8963573507310232646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T18:11:42.852+05:30</atom:updated><title>Work in Progress - Found from the Closet</title><atom:summary type="text">THE OPTIONPart – ISreela had always known herself as someone who had to struggle for whatever she had to do. When she was born, it was raining very very hard. Her mother had to protect her from the trickling downpour from the leaking roof and in the process she caught pneumonia herself. Sreela’s post-natal life was spent in the arms of sympathetic neighbors and a drunk father, who drank a few </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-in-progress-found-from-closet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-2398918175518089284</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T18:55:01.698+05:30</atom:updated><title>Quarter Update - Things Have Changed</title><atom:summary type="text">Apologies to regular visitors here for not being able to “feed” them for quite some time. I will not try to promise to be more regular and neither will I say that there were really no interesting things to write on. But simply the fact that there were more engrossing things to do. Read on to understand:I had chickened out with pox which had severely dotted my sexy image to the exterior world. </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/07/quarter-update-things-have-changed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-2369258670219833425</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T09:32:12.612+05:30</atom:updated><title>Psychoanalysis - U/A</title><atom:summary type="text">From the times blogging made its presence on the face of this earth, bloggers have often camouflaged their alter ego against a non descript character, a character whom they can mock or cringe at, the character who they aspire to be or despise, a character with or without a name who often utters those lines which the author would have thought could have come from his own keyboard if he never had </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/03/psychoanalysis-ua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-5654820926470878813</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T12:45:58.416+05:30</atom:updated><title>Maximum Inferno</title><atom:summary type="text">Fifteen years from now the day before your ward sits for his history exams, you would see him cramming a totally new syllabus. In the past few months since I last posted a blog, a lot seems to have happened. US cruising towards a recession, the rise of a new ethnic leader, the volte face of the mercurial Pakistan – its leader taking a manipulated steps to establish a democracy, the return of </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2008/02/maximum-inferno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-4185837168943907125</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-25T09:10:25.145+05:30</atom:updated><title>Sweet Chill</title><atom:summary type="text">The scent of growing up has always been evident in just one season – winter. The first few years of my existence, till almost I reached an age of double digits, I followed by principle a very strict Scandinavian lifestyle more out of convenience. My mother, a lady of inculcated training and routine had ingrained me two things very early in life. One was that good boys do not stay out of home </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-chill-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-1419951886820439174</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-30T10:30:03.009+05:30</atom:updated><title>India - This Week</title><atom:summary type="text">The last week has been really painful for me. The reason being that the entire week was one big packaged deal of so many bloggable topics. So much so that I ended up thinking of writing on so many things and ended up writing about none. Each of these topics could not have been more diverse than the other, so here is an eclectic dosage of India this Week. You can take your pick.1. Obviously the </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2007/09/india-this-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30822725.post-5976078252568671209</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-18T15:53:04.130+05:30</atom:updated><title>Nubility and identity crisis</title><atom:summary type="text">Eventually I found myself on the net. An alter ego, an eager twin. Check for yourself, but please do not come running back to me for veracity!!Though the resemblances are quite startling. Built – heavy, an understatement; but, I like the liberal approach the creator has adopted. After all where do you find such non-partisan outlook these days. And the paycheck, ahem! Impresses me.If somebody did </atom:summary><link>http://contramental.blogspot.com/2007/09/nubility-and-identity-crisis_18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (contramental)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>