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 (for that matter, his any other work)  is the ease with which he treads the line and takes the reader through an ambiguous mental realm. It was nothing more than just curiosity that prompted me to read his works; having known about his reputation as one of the very best in modern &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/1GXiqdOPEnk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/8324037010279510455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=8324037010279510455&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/8324037010279510455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/8324037010279510455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/1GXiqdOPEnk/trial.html" title="The Trial" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2011/10/trial.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDRH0-cCp7ImA9WhdQGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-1529726791344758387</id><published>2011-08-20T23:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:34:35.358+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-20T23:34:35.358+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Kabul</title><summary type="html">"But the game involves only male names. Because, if it's a girl, the name was already chosen". My eyes barely met with the penultimate word that it flirted with a news article on my computer screen. I sat numb with my eyes gouging into oblivion on account of two facts I conjured; Khaled Husseini is nothing less than a pied piper, Hope still seems to be too highly priced a dream for a desolation &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/MYKeXFzNPvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/1529726791344758387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=1529726791344758387&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/1529726791344758387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/1529726791344758387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/MYKeXFzNPvE/kabul.html" title="Kabul" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2011/08/kabul.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGRHwycCp7ImA9WhdQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4487658636238884938</id><published>2011-08-17T23:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:30:25.298+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T23:30:25.298+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Reviews" /><title>The Kite Runner</title><summary type="html">My fascination for fiction is in its infancy and I am quite enthralled to tell you that I have been fortunate to read a gem which is termed as one of the best read in the last decade. 'The Kite Runner' is nothing but fascinating in every sense of word and beautiful beyond any bounds of tangible expression. As  I ran through the last words of the book, it was not a sense of  satisfaction that I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/fKdcHbAi7mY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4487658636238884938/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4487658636238884938&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4487658636238884938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4487658636238884938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/fKdcHbAi7mY/kite-runner.html" title="The Kite Runner" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2011/08/kite-runner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQHg5fyp7ImA9WhdRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-1137960513998319979</id><published>2011-08-03T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:34:11.627+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T12:34:11.627+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Reviews" /><title>Chanakya Chants</title><summary type="html">Its been a long time I have written a review on a book I read, the reason being  successful pampering of my procrastination in ploughing out time for reading something worth. When you are happy cuddling on your idleness  in life, it requires something spectacular to throw you into action and "Chanakya Chants" is nothing less than that. Its the latest novel written by Ashwin Sanghi of "The Rozabal&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/1h6lJNKdyqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/1137960513998319979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=1137960513998319979&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/1137960513998319979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/1137960513998319979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/1h6lJNKdyqs/chanakya-chants.html" title="Chanakya Chants" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2011/08/chanakya-chants.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDRH89fyp7ImA9Wx9QF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-7585752218892788281</id><published>2010-12-28T20:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:44:35.167+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T20:44:35.167+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tales from the heart" /><title>Coffee with Destiny</title><summary type="html">“Sir, what would you like to have?”“Two coffees and a choco fudge cake”.My obsession with coffee at “Dine” is well known among the staff in the restaurant, but is an obnoxious fact for my better half. I still cant figure out, her irrevocable deterrence of coffee, but more surprisingly my unjustifiable but determined effort to give her a piece of my obsession. Through the seemingly non existent &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/IokvXvixung" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/7585752218892788281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=7585752218892788281&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7585752218892788281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7585752218892788281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/IokvXvixung/coffee-with-destiny.html" title="Coffee with Destiny" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/12/coffee-with-destiny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBSXw7cCp7ImA9Wx5aF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4784679285409069491</id><published>2010-11-14T11:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:42:38.208+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T15:42:38.208+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tales from the heart" /><title>Chotu</title><summary type="html">Drenched in November rains, this morning appeared much colder than it usually is, that walking out in the streets without a sweater was implausible, at least an over coat is inevitable. I was in no mood to move out of my bed. But my belly would never agree. As always, I again 'deliberately' missed my breakfast today. I always believed that on holidays, ten in the morning is too early to rise from&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/weS_1LqFALg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4784679285409069491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4784679285409069491&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4784679285409069491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4784679285409069491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/weS_1LqFALg/chottu.html" title="Chotu" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/11/chottu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFRXY5cCp7ImA9Wx5WE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4018657279433391306</id><published>2010-09-24T22:21:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-25T07:30:14.828+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-25T07:30:14.828+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>The PRO who never voted</title><summary type="html">At this moment, when my thoughts are being draped in words, I  hear rain drops pelting at the glass pane. I can feel its restlessness, it mirrors what I feel within. When the rains decided to drench a thirsty Bangalore night, I walk into the world of nostalgia, I trace back the steps  form this moment to as far as I can go. The drizzle always have had the effect of a vodka in me. It burns in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/0JvOaway1cI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4018657279433391306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4018657279433391306&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4018657279433391306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4018657279433391306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/0JvOaway1cI/pro-who-never-voted.html" title="The PRO who never voted" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/09/pro-who-never-voted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCQXk8eSp7ImA9Wx5REUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-3453871878876258661</id><published>2010-08-16T08:46:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:42:40.771+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-18T13:42:40.771+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>64 and Beyond</title><summary type="html">&amp;lt;!--StartFragment--&amp;gt;This Sunday morning had some peculiarities when I bring in other days into perspective. The first thing I noted was , I had my eyes wide open at 6 in the morning; I was having a stroll with my friend when I should be craving for warmth under my blanket. It would be hard to pick up another such day from the scrap of my memory when I was this unfortunate (Not that I was with my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/P3Rfz-AtzsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/3453871878876258661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=3453871878876258661&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/3453871878876258661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/3453871878876258661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/P3Rfz-AtzsM/64-and-beyond.html" title="64 and Beyond" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/08/64-and-beyond.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGR3syeCp7ImA9Wx5TEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4453271564014976330</id><published>2010-07-26T10:28:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:58:46.590+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T14:58:46.590+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies I love" /><title>An Exceptional Inception</title><summary type="html">Dreaming is an involuntary frequent activity; dreaming within a dream has a hairline occurrence probability; but dreaming within that dream is well.... It even takes more than one good minute for me to understand what I mean by the first statement. Now to make others understand what I mean, its goin to be an implausible task. But precisely, that's why I remain here and Christopher Nolan is there &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/V1umVOWw5bE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4453271564014976330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4453271564014976330&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4453271564014976330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4453271564014976330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/V1umVOWw5bE/exceptional-inception.html" title="An Exceptional Inception" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/07/exceptional-inception.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMRX4zeyp7ImA9WxFRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-474111193691189612</id><published>2010-04-22T13:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:19:44.083+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T13:19:44.083+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Linux" /><title>Tweaking Fedora-11</title><summary type="html">Its been some weeks that I have posted something over here . Thanks to Fedora-11 installation process, I have been eating my head out for weeks now and fortunately ,finally I got a solution to my problem ;So I thoughtthis post would be useful to those working with F-11 and having a tough time. If you have a Fedora 11 - Leonidas version at your system and your system is connected to internet, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/TGD1pBv4Jh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/474111193691189612/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=474111193691189612&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/474111193691189612?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/474111193691189612?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/TGD1pBv4Jh0/tweaking-fedora-11.html" title="Tweaking Fedora-11" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/04/tweaking-fedora-11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBSHY6fip7ImA9WxBbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-9046658712641585576</id><published>2010-03-11T09:50:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:44:19.816+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T11:44:19.816+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ethical Hacking" /><title>Hacking Windows</title><summary type="html">In this post , I would be focusing on a simple hacking strategy. I would be explaining how to access a system(Windows)  to which you have no access. Let me elaborate the scenario. Suppose you want to access your friend’s desktop when he is on leave. You actually need to get some important document from his computer that  is related to your project and you are not able to get him online to  get &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/YEVPpziP1fg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/9046658712641585576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=9046658712641585576&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/9046658712641585576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/9046658712641585576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/YEVPpziP1fg/hacking-windows.html" title="Hacking Windows" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/03/hacking-windows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNR3w7fSp7ImA9WxBUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4940755794086400221</id><published>2010-03-02T15:32:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:59:56.205+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-04T08:59:56.205+05:30</app:edited><title>The Lesson Learnt</title><summary type="html">Every day ,Nature keeps teaching you a lesson or two, but it solely depends on you if you wanna accept it or not.This was a piece of an advice my dad had given me during my school days, something I let to pass off through my ears. But now I feel , I am experiencing the worth of those words .When you observe things or events around you, you receive lots of data that pokes your thought.Even though &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/8-qA9fDyq08" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4940755794086400221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4940755794086400221&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4940755794086400221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4940755794086400221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/8-qA9fDyq08/lesson-learnt.html" title="The Lesson Learnt" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learnt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYAR3g-cSp7ImA9WxBVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-5213867784145314286</id><published>2010-02-19T11:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:45:46.659+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-19T21:45:46.659+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>The 4th idiot</title><summary type="html">Maybe this post was meant to be written some weeks back soon after I saw the movie "3 idiots " for the second time, but some other top priorities superseded my attempt. I am not another 'idiot' to sit here and write a review about the movie long after people have given away their verdict. It was a fabulous treat to eye that glued me to my seat for approx. 3 hrs, I am sure I wont find too many &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/pJgeJnVttFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/5213867784145314286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=5213867784145314286&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5213867784145314286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5213867784145314286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/pJgeJnVttFM/4th-idiot.html" title="The 4th idiot" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/02/4th-idiot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMRnk8fyp7ImA9WxBXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-257325694170874279</id><published>2010-01-28T15:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:43:07.777+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T14:43:07.777+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Looking through the glass</title><summary type="html">Saturday evenings, either I am at home or I would be playing badminton at my campus. But this particular day, I was digging my way out through the notorious Bangalore traffic to catch the bus for my native.Finally I reached the bus station after a long journey which spanned for just a shade under 2 hours. After having dined from a nearby restaurant, I eased on a nearby bench and after some clock &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/AKg42hliB_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/257325694170874279/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=257325694170874279&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/257325694170874279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/257325694170874279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/AKg42hliB_4/looking-through-glass.html" title="Looking through the glass" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-through-glass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNRng9fSp7ImA9WxNQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-49369818798951676</id><published>2009-09-26T00:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:13:17.665+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T02:13:17.665+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>The 23rd Shift</title><summary type="html">Usually this day goes by just as any other day. For past so many years, after I knew I can remember things, when I skim through those pages out of my memory, I dont find an instance when I thought this day meant something to me. I never found a point in celebrating this day, my birthday, but the people at POINTS had different idea. The time had shifted the maturity paradigm of my life by 22 &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/JwTNN7vn2Qg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/49369818798951676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=49369818798951676&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/49369818798951676?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/49369818798951676?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/JwTNN7vn2Qg/23d-shift.html" title="The 23rd Shift" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X6c7x737yuk/Sr0l_NW4LPI/AAAAAAAAASw/895PM0Tuwrg/s72-c/Image017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2009/09/23d-shift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRn0-fCp7ImA9WxJUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-5827338117529502547</id><published>2009-07-13T23:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:59:57.354+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-15T14:59:57.354+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>My loved one</title><summary type="html">Its been a fascinating experience to walk with her, never before I have felt or in fact tried to feel that I indeed loved her a lot. Whenever she made her presence feel, I used to stay away from her, I had a sort of inertia that I never wanted to face her. But now when for the first time, she touched me with my full consent, the feeling is beyond words. I repent for I have never tried to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/SV1a-TQxO7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/5827338117529502547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=5827338117529502547&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5827338117529502547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5827338117529502547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/SV1a-TQxO7k/my-loved-one.html" title="My loved one" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-loved-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMSXcyeSp7ImA9WxJVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-3368013355315328629</id><published>2009-06-30T14:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:06:28.991+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T15:06:28.991+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Bits N Pieces from Pune</title><summary type="html">I bet I cant find a better scenario to put in a post here. I have been in such relaxed and cool state of mind before , but usually I was confined to my bedroom at home. But here, at Pune , when the breeze 'trickles' through my hair, when the lake and the hills around provide a treat to my eyes , I must say I am somewhere close to heaven. I feel any nonsense that I would write here would make &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/fCr-eSpYpiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/3368013355315328629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=3368013355315328629&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/3368013355315328629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/3368013355315328629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/fCr-eSpYpiE/bits-n-pieces-from-pune.html" title="Bits N Pieces from Pune" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2009/06/bits-n-pieces-from-pune.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACRH85eyp7ImA9WxVVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-7856393740242043068</id><published>2009-03-12T16:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:19:25.123+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T10:19:25.123+05:30</app:edited><title>Proving my existence</title><summary type="html">Hello all , I am still alive. After a long long time, I have found bit of time to get back to my niche. Its a nostalgic feeling when I have a look into my blog,just takes me back to the time when I used to spend a dozen of hours everyday in front of my online hangout( I feel this is one of the best hangout places I have ever been in ). Once I got into the corporate hub, I just got screwed with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/yaYsPr4GWjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/7856393740242043068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=7856393740242043068&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7856393740242043068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7856393740242043068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/yaYsPr4GWjg/proving-my-existence.html" title="Proving my existence" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2009/03/proving-my-existence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCR3k_cSp7ImA9WxRWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-5461304266805186818</id><published>2008-10-30T23:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:59:26.749+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-30T23:59:26.749+05:30</app:edited><title>Destined to lose</title><summary type="html">Outplayed and stranded,I stand,with no branch to cling on.Choiceless and frustrated,I watch; My destiny snatch out what I loved the most.I resist,rebel, shoutbut my expressions glued within me,powerless to come out;And I put on a facewith smile pasted on my lips; I heard eyes never lie,But I prove it otherwise.With no hopes left,all dreams deserted,I hope, I would never hope for anything,Coz hope&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/tVSsj29frJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/5461304266805186818/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=5461304266805186818&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5461304266805186818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/5461304266805186818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/tVSsj29frJc/destined-to-lose.html" title="Destined to lose" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/10/destined-to-lose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HR3g_eSp7ImA9WxRXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-6030931565429098139</id><published>2008-10-17T21:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:23:56.641+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-17T21:23:56.641+05:30</app:edited><title>The master class</title><summary type="html">Once in a millennium, we get players who change the way a game is played, but only once in a lifetime you get a player who stands as a definition of the game for one billion people. Even long after his retirement , if I am alive , I would proudly say ," I have seen Sachin Tendulkar play"..Congratulations to the master whose craftsmanship is unrivaled.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/r4qx9cVKR7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/6030931565429098139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=6030931565429098139&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/6030931565429098139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/6030931565429098139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/r4qx9cVKR7s/master-class.html" title="The master class" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/10/master-class.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMARnY6eyp7ImA9WxRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-7908923235131456264</id><published>2008-09-04T22:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:24:07.813+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T19:24:07.813+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Reviews" /><title>The Fifth Horseman</title><summary type="html">When I knew it was from Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre, I knew it would be great, but never expected to be so thrilling. I had read their books on various historic incidents and I have loved them all, their way of narration and style of presentation is something remarkable. It just keeps you glued to their books. So i was sure even in a fictional work , they will be able to sustain their &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/IjankpjxmdQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/7908923235131456264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=7908923235131456264&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7908923235131456264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7908923235131456264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/IjankpjxmdQ/fifth-horseman.html" title="The Fifth Horseman" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/09/fifth-horseman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHQ30zeCp7ImA9WxRTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-7266338481565003493</id><published>2008-08-31T16:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:50:32.380+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T20:50:32.380+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My diary" /><title>Mumbai Diary  part-2</title><summary type="html">The second morning at Vaashi was pleasant. It was almost 8 am when I got up from the bed. I felt I should no longer linger around with my last night thoughts or else am gonna spoil the whole trip. Certain things happen and you cant do anything, so its better not to sob over it or roll your head over such thoughts, might be some sort of escapism, but that morning, somehow I was feeling clear and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/IYJpL3UXmFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/7266338481565003493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=7266338481565003493&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7266338481565003493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7266338481565003493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/IYJpL3UXmFc/mumbai-diary-part-2.html" title="Mumbai Diary  part-2" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/08/mumbai-diary-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFSXY-eSp7ImA9WxRTEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-7329901322482391947</id><published>2008-08-30T17:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:48:38.851+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-30T21:48:38.851+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My diary" /><title>Mumbai Diary  part-1</title><summary type="html">Its been a long time now that  I had been planning a visit to the commercial capital, but one reason or the other always came in as a stumbling block and I could never make it.But this time there was nothing that could foil our plan except the rains in Mumbai that did create a bit of dilemma. But once I knew it wasn't worth a concern, I packed my bags and set out to Mumbai along with my parents &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/FbGD7ZXIeP4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/7329901322482391947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=7329901322482391947&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7329901322482391947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/7329901322482391947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/FbGD7ZXIeP4/mumbai-diary-part-1.html" title="Mumbai Diary  part-1" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6c7x737yuk/SLlyN7a_4JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mn1_Y-oqga0/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/08/mumbai-diary-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HSHc6eip7ImA9WxdaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-4012280905560113395</id><published>2008-08-20T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:37:19.912+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T20:37:19.912+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book Reviews" /><title>Deception Point</title><summary type="html">It was  almost after a long period of nine years that I finally opened a book on fiction. Infact, it was my cousin who compelled  me to read a novel and I have to say, I made an excellent start with this awesome book. Deception Point (2001) is a scientific thriller written by Dan Brown,  the author whose book 'The Davinci Code' had been a sensation. But when I started reading the book, I had no &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/_9Wb2wWLWNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/4012280905560113395/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=4012280905560113395&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4012280905560113395?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/4012280905560113395?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/_9Wb2wWLWNM/deception-point.html" title="Deception Point" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/08/deception-point.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERHk6eyp7ImA9WxdbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415226017506618317.post-9193438187322380794</id><published>2008-08-15T19:52:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:20:05.713+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T20:20:05.713+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>You MUST see this</title><summary type="html">I have been unhappy or infact irritated sitting home all the time. No work to do since my course is over and again weeks left before I get into my job. Its all about eating sleeping and chatting and the eventless routine just continues every day But never again, I will complain for this, I feel I am lucky; I HAVE SOMETHING TO EAT, A PLACE TO SLEEP.If you have ever complained about anything in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~4/vmiG-xxXTRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/feeds/9193438187322380794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415226017506618317&amp;postID=9193438187322380794&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/9193438187322380794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415226017506618317/posts/default/9193438187322380794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThoughtsThings/~3/vmiG-xxXTRs/you-must-see-this.html" title="You MUST see this" /><author><name>varun krishna</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108772668404404306033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YHFcVrq3HzE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/hU66iJBranw/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X6c7x737yuk/SKWS4j2sbnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3yPC6M6WDVw/s72-c/1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://varunkrishna.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-must-see-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

