<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555</id><updated>2024-09-14T13:14:03.770+05:30</updated><category term="Cooking tips"/><title type='text'>This is me!</title><subtitle type='html'>A dreamer with a capital &#39;D&#39;....always wondering if i&#39;ve come to an alien planet . Here you will see the world through my eyes......So get ready for a bumpy ride inside my mind!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-3771608388877987680</id><published>2016-04-14T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-04-15T23:37:44.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning Sourashtra</title><summary type="text">
Recently I got a couple of comments on my old post - Sourashtra - An Introduction

Many people had requested for online resources to read/write Sourashtra.

I am sorry I was not able to respond to all those comments earlier.

This is the wikipedia link -&amp;nbsp;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saurashtra_language

The youtube channel to learn the language -&amp;nbsp;https://www.youtube.com/channel/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/3771608388877987680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/3771608388877987680?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/3771608388877987680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/3771608388877987680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2016/04/learning-sourashtra.html' title='Learning Sourashtra'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-1494817806416334099</id><published>2014-02-10T19:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2014-02-11T13:37:28.121+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cooking tips"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m Back .. Again!!!</title><summary type="text">
Ok... The previous post was a false alarm.

This time I hope I can post more often.

It is more than a month since the new year began. Still, it is not late to start a resolution.
Today I take up a resolution that I will share my thoughts and knowledge (in addition to my rants n reminiscences, of course!) I have gained in all these years of hibernation from blogging.

Let me start with a tip on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/1494817806416334099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/1494817806416334099?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/1494817806416334099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/1494817806416334099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2014/02/im-back-again.html' title='I&#39;m Back .. Again!!!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-5863685297899606953</id><published>2010-12-16T16:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:36:45.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Back!</title><summary type="text">Hmm.. after 4 years.. back to blogging. Not sure how often I can post. Anyways, wanted to revamp my dull looking blog. And in the process, lost all the gadgets I had in my earlier template .. :-(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/5863685297899606953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/5863685297899606953?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/5863685297899606953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/5863685297899606953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-back.html' title='I&#39;m Back!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-116732285742692716</id><published>2006-12-28T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:39:09.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Main aur meri Tanhayi</title><summary type="text">My two roomies with whom I shared a good rapport have taken transfer to Chennai. Some would believe it is ‘coz they were so troubled with me around that they escaped to Chennai. And many others (including me) know that what some believe is not true.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Well, with other roomies too busy in their own cozy worlds, me and my ‘tanhayi’ are left to each other, once again.So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/116732285742692716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/116732285742692716?isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116732285742692716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116732285742692716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/12/main-aur-meri-tanhayi.html' title='Main aur meri Tanhayi'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-116629845130110296</id><published>2006-12-17T01:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:21:51.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><summary type="text">I feel so detached from my life and from myself.     The image I see in the mirror seems like a stranger to me. Even my own name sounds kinda familiar but at the same time alien enough to ask myself whose name is it?    Sometimes, I even ask myself what my name is and come to a conclusion, after a lot of reasoning, that since people around me call me Deepa and my identity cards also show the same</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/116629845130110296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/116629845130110296?isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116629845130110296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116629845130110296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-116262282378942837</id><published>2006-11-04T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:28:56.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><summary type="text">This time, again, I was in Chennai to celebrate my birthday, last weekend.    The day was just like any other day, with the only difference that I got more calls than the number of calls put together in a whole year. In fact, my birthday is the only day when people call me. And I am thankful for that. At least they remember that someone called Deepa does exist in this world.    The crowning glory</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/116262282378942837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/116262282378942837?isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116262282378942837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/116262282378942837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-115843681177335273</id><published>2006-09-17T01:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:34:03.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><summary type="text">Weekends have become more significant than being merely 2 days of a week.Every Monday you get mails saying that there are 5 more days to go for the weekend to come again. And every Friday morning greets you with happy faces in your office beaming with rays of “Thank God it is Friday”.When I think of it, Saturdays and Sundays were never so important before in my life. Now, they are the only days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/115843681177335273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/115843681177335273?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115843681177335273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115843681177335273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekends_115843681177335273.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-115229730033492727</id><published>2006-07-07T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:05:00.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Tears</title><summary type="text">One of my  pastimes when I’m at home in Chennai is to sit on my house terrace and bask under the usually moonlit, starry and breezy, late night… just close my eyes, be a mute spectator to the random thoughts in their Brownian motion of my fluid memory. The randomness lies in the flow of the thoughts, which bring a smile on my face one moment, making its way to a tear or two the next second and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/115229730033492727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/115229730033492727?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115229730033492727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115229730033492727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts-and-tears.html' title='Thoughts and Tears'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-115125317298479746</id><published>2006-06-25T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:02:53.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with Sports.</title><summary type="text">Sports and I are poles apart. The only day in my school when my heart clangs like huge cymbals with fear is on the Sports Day.I don’t remember what kind of events I used to participate when I was a kid. But the day when I played kho-kho when I was in fifth std. is still clear as a bright sunny day in my memory.It is really funny when I think of it now.People assume that I can run just because I’m</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/115125317298479746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/115125317298479746?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115125317298479746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/115125317298479746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-experiments-with-sports.html' title='My experiments with Sports.'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114953044758029071</id><published>2006-06-05T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:30:47.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You’ve got mail-The End.</title><summary type="text">How would you react if you were reading your forward mails as usual and you get a warning message in bold letters saying,” You have been using your official mail for personal purpose. This has been noted by the company.” You click Ok. And it continues, “A copy of your inbox is being taken as a proof and will be reported to the HR.” You click OK again. The progress bar shows the status of copying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114953044758029071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114953044758029071?isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114953044758029071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114953044758029071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/06/youve-got-mail-end.html' title='You’ve got mail-The End.'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114797015378342897</id><published>2006-05-18T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:05:53.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You’ve got mail!</title><summary type="text">Sometimes, when work gets so boring that you feel strangulated within the comforts of your very own cozy seat in your cubicle a.ka your ‘home-away-from-home’, the one thing that comes to your rescue is your mail inbox.I am sure all ‘software engineers’ especially the ones who have joined this industry recently know what I mean.The alert that pops up and the ‘ding’ announcing the royal arrival of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114797015378342897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114797015378342897?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114797015378342897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114797015378342897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/05/youve-got-mail.html' title='You’ve got mail!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114562621153054197</id><published>2006-04-21T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:07:32.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Teenage life!</title><summary type="text">It is always a time for laughter and cheerfulness when I am at my aunt’s home. My 11-year-old cousin is the source of amusement and I keep giggling at everything she says or does.The other day when I had been there, my aunt and mom had gone for shopping and we both were alone at home. We were getting bored, so I asked her to tell about her class.She thought for sometime and exclaimed,” Yea! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114562621153054197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114562621153054197?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114562621153054197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114562621153054197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/04/teenage-life.html' title='Teenage life!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114527560974030632</id><published>2006-04-17T17:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:36:49.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hostel Days</title><summary type="text">We were watching ‘Minnalai pidithu’ song from the Tamil movie Shahjahan on the Sun Music channel… It brought me the memories of the times when I used to stay in hostel during my college days. Actually, any song from movies like ’12 B’, ‘Parthale Paravasam’, ‘Thulluvatho Ilamai’ and other popular songs of that period, take me back to those days.We were eight girls, including me, who had joined the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114527560974030632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114527560974030632?isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114527560974030632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114527560974030632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/04/hostel-days.html' title='Hostel Days'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114399043229961460</id><published>2006-04-02T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:37:12.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><summary type="text">Yesterday was our Graduation Day.The Union Cabinet Minister ,Science &amp; Technology and Department of Ocean Development, Shri.Kapil Sibal was the chief guest.His speech was really encouraging. One of the things that he mentioned ,which I felt that it was for me, was to have clear objectives and stand by your principles even if there is no one to support you. That made me realize that the reason why</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114399043229961460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114399043229961460?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114399043229961460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114399043229961460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114382330912266939</id><published>2006-03-31T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:20:57.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Misusing your tongue.</title><summary type="text">This happened when we were coming to Chennai by train.We were six girls and were chattering aloud. There was a young couple on the side seat beside ours.I thought I heard them speak a familiar lingo and later realized that they were speaking Sourashtra.The train left at 10.45 p.m and soon it was time to sleep.The lights were still on when I was going to bed by around 11.20 (I was the last one to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114382330912266939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114382330912266939?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114382330912266939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114382330912266939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/03/misusing-your-tongue.html' title='Misusing your tongue.'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114337031720528543</id><published>2006-03-26T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:21:57.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This day, last year</title><summary type="text">I was here ...Silent ValleyDolphin Nose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114337031720528543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114337031720528543?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114337031720528543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114337031720528543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-day-last-year.html' title='This day, last year'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114292383308681964</id><published>2006-03-21T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:31:02.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some SMS forwards...</title><summary type="text">These are two of the sms forwards that my friend got… felt like sharing them with everyone…Life&#39;s crazy-What you want you don’t get - LoveWhat you get you don’t enjoy - MarriageWhat you enjoy is not permanent - BoyfriendWhat is permanent is boring – Husband .My nights are becoming sleepless, my days are becoming restless. So I asked God... Is this love?God said...idiot...Summer has started.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114292383308681964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114292383308681964?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114292383308681964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114292383308681964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-sms-forwards.html' title='Some SMS forwards...'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114182739560457072</id><published>2006-03-08T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:55:09.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Encounters of the musical kind</title><summary type="text">My sixth semester exams were going on and I was to have an exam the next day.I was getting bored of studying (well, I was actually worried about how I was going to complete studying all the units before 10 a.m. the next day, i.e. before the exam starts). So I was watching MTV for sometime.It was Nikhil Chinnappa’s show going on where he was interviewing a pop singer. The singer sang and played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114182739560457072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114182739560457072?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114182739560457072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114182739560457072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/03/encounters-of-musical-kind.html' title='Encounters of the musical kind'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114053160398278574</id><published>2006-02-15T19:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:50:03.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Queue up, please!</title><summary type="text">The other day, we were in the queue for booking the train tickets to Chennai. There was not much crowd at that time and the last two rows in the ticket-booking center were free. People were also confused which direction the queue was moving.As we were moving slowly, a man (A) jumped the queue and sat between my friend and me.We got very angry and thought he must have mistaken that end to be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114053160398278574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114053160398278574?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114053160398278574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114053160398278574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/02/queue-up-please_15.html' title='Queue up, please!'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-114001313396516110</id><published>2006-02-15T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:45:53.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentine’s day</title><summary type="text">Come another Feb.14… another excuse to celebrate “love”. Everyone who has a boyfriend/girlfriend seems to have their day full of plans except us singles.But more than the celebration plans, what keeps most of the people more occupied is what colour dress to wear. The reason being, every colour has a meaning which signals the opposite sex in what stage of love they are in.The colour code may sound</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/114001313396516110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/114001313396516110?isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114001313396516110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/114001313396516110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day_15.html' title='Valentine’s day'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-113940669603537415</id><published>2006-02-08T19:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:31:01.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Human Psyche</title><summary type="text">In the past 3 days, I saw 2 movies that had something (or a lot) to do with the human mind, its power and its unbelievably dangerous side.They were – Secret Window, based on the book ‘Secret Window, Secret Garden’ by Stephen King. Johnny Depp played the central character, Morton Rainey.The other movie was, Psycho II. Here the main character’s name is Norman Bates, played by Anthony Perkins.Both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/113940669603537415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/113940669603537415?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113940669603537415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113940669603537415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/02/human-psyche_08.html' title='The Human Psyche'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-113844676088358636</id><published>2006-01-28T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:47:59.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A day to look forward to.</title><summary type="text">This New Year began well… showing me the path to achieve my dreams. I found a place where I can learn music-instrumental and vocal.I finally got allotted into a project on Jan.12.I went home for Pongal. I met all my cousins and had a nice time.I learnt to play violin from my 12 year old cousin, Ash. It was a thrilling experience to hold the violin and play Sa-Re-Ga-Ma … My another cousin, Srini </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/113844676088358636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/113844676088358636?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113844676088358636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113844676088358636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-to-look-forward-to.html' title='A day to look forward to.'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-113594534564671968</id><published>2005-12-30T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:52:25.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new Beginning</title><summary type="text">What a year it has been…2005!All the World is a Stage…and my world was no different. This was the year when I was playing one role in its beginning and a completely different one in its end.There are some similarities as well as differences, as is true just like the two faces of the same coin in every issue, in the two roles.A student in one end (or beginning) of the year and a software </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/113594534564671968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/113594534564671968?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113594534564671968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113594534564671968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-for-new-beginning.html' title='Time for a new Beginning'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-113326627242842129</id><published>2005-11-29T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:46:40.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Night Market</title><summary type="text">Last Friday evening(Nov. 25), I went to the Night Market at Karunashraya.This was the first time I was attending such an event and it turned out to be a good experience. I went there with some of my colleagues , in our office cab. We took, with us, a box full of old clothes, books and toys, all contributed to the Night Market by our colleagues.The Night Market had several stalls selling old books</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/113326627242842129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/113326627242842129?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113326627242842129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113326627242842129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-market.html' title='The Night Market'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10728555.post-113280588148483109</id><published>2005-11-24T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:48:48.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning blues</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s another one of the &quot;blue-blue-God-bless-you&quot; Mondays. I switch on my computer and thoughtlessly browse My Documents folder and my eyes which were aimlessly wandering on the computer screen catch the name Paulo Coelho under a wordpad file icon. I think it would be another of Paulo Coelho&#39;s spirit lifting work. I open it out of curiosity. And the saying Curiosity kills the cat almost comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/feeds/113280588148483109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10728555/113280588148483109?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113280588148483109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10728555/posts/default/113280588148483109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deepa28.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-morning-blues.html' title='Monday morning blues'/><author><name>Deepa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04391273593909581299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisR8LShJAayLognE-E3RqQcbDqukuavBvh1OrX6A3wJkXCugii2ltaXXs7LmmJ7DclI4gBdnPcVB6k1M6YhAPv_4owAvAZKsqnQxP6LkzvkNwnS0tDOkw7aWkGwl4c6E/s220/me-in-blore.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>