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  The first was these series of bike ads:


  This was Huff Po’s take on it:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/05/11/dont-be-a-jerk_n_860477.html  The last line particularly amused me – “The DOT says its campaign "humorously highlights the essential dos and don’ts of safe, responsible biking."
     Let’s backtrack here a bit. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3535309146051168986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=3535309146051168986&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3535309146051168986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3535309146051168986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/eH-s0ybDel4/normal.html" title="Bike Bike Revolution" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qjt5BHcgYYw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2011/05/normal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUDRX08eCp7ImA9Wx9RGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-6785432393088744451</id><published>2010-12-22T00:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:54:34.370-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T00:54:34.370-05:00</app:edited><title>Forever</title><summary>When I told him to go away,He’d stay forever.When I was sad, he wiped my tearsHe said he’d do it forever.When I was angry, he made me laughWishing I would smile forever.When I had bad dreams, he would hold meFor what felt like forever.At work, he sent me flowers with notes,In them, he'd say he wanted the flowers to bloom like our love, forever.But when I wanted spread my wings,To soar up and fly,</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/6785432393088744451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=6785432393088744451&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/6785432393088744451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/6785432393088744451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/A5l898wmaEM/forever.html" title="Forever" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/12/forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERXcyeCp7ImA9WxFaF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5870505210688654215</id><published>2010-07-21T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:16:44.990-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T21:16:44.990-04:00</app:edited><title>Under the Marula</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  “He’ll come”, she thought as she sat down under the marula tree, resting her head on its strong trunk.   The sun’s yellow rays pierced through the branches of the marula, the heat stinging her body. She shifted a little so the sun wasn’t in her eyes.  The agamas were out; their soft scratching noises on the bark of the marula created a hypnotic, buzzing harmony.    “Oh how </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5870505210688654215/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5870505210688654215&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5870505210688654215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5870505210688654215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/efCu2oXGXAM/under-marula.html" title="Under the Marula" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/07/under-marula.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIMRXs_fSp7ImA9WxFXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5390678952107534724</id><published>2010-05-19T02:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:29:44.545-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T02:29:44.545-04:00</app:edited><title>A Rant against Music Snobbery</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Hey hipster, when I say I am not into indie music, why do you shun me?  Does that mean we can have nothing to talk about,   share in common, friends ever be?      Tell me another thing Hipster, for it makes no sense to me.   Why do you abandon your favorite band   when they get oh-so-poular and mainstream?  Seriously! Are you so shallow, that its hard for you to say you like</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5390678952107534724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5390678952107534724&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5390678952107534724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5390678952107534724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/dzG9q74kKiU/rant-against-music-snobbery.html" title="A Rant against Music Snobbery" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/05/rant-against-music-snobbery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFRns5eSp7ImA9WxBaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-3174057053045994462</id><published>2010-03-24T01:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:55:17.521-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-24T01:55:17.521-04:00</app:edited><title>TimBurtonland</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Curiouser and curiouser.   That about sums up Tim Burton’s version (complete with a Disney filter) of Alice in Wonderland.  It’s not one of his best, but certainly not the worst.   If you are expecting an exact depiction of the Lewis Caroll’s masterpiece ala Harry Potter, this is not that movie. Is that bad? Not really. If you’ve already seen the Disney cartoon, you’ve got </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3174057053045994462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=3174057053045994462&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3174057053045994462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3174057053045994462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/taLDLNYPa1s/timburtonland.html" title="TimBurtonland" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/03/timburtonland.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDSHkyfip7ImA9WxBbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-1093764937717712303</id><published>2010-03-15T02:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:37:59.796-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T02:37:59.796-04:00</app:edited><title>Average banter during panel</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1093764937717712303/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=1093764937717712303&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1093764937717712303?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1093764937717712303?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/B5X96e51UxI/average-banter-during-panel.html" title="Average banter during panel" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nZRSdvOkezk/S53VwMk0P2I/AAAAAAAABOc/tZmKA6051u0/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/03/average-banter-during-panel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CQ3k_eip7ImA9WxBWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-4970224810146914174</id><published>2010-02-11T01:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:14:22.742-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-11T01:14:22.742-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Why do people "like"their own status on Facebook? I mean they put it up cos they liked it enough to see it on facebook all day no?And what the fuzz is Google Buzz? Will it deter Twitter? Is this rhyme a crime? </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4970224810146914174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=4970224810146914174&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/4970224810146914174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/4970224810146914174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/9BVTHNyRmEQ/why-do-people-liketheir-own-status-on.html" title="" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-do-people-liketheir-own-status-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFSHg_fyp7ImA9WxBWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-1868625930018280878</id><published>2010-02-06T01:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:43:39.647-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-06T01:43:39.647-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Me: Hey! How's Nairobi?S(friend who has just moved to Nairobi): Hey hi, its niceMe: Is it exactly like Vishwatma? S: --------------Me: You know, like the movie. Ajgar jurrat ki lanka. S: oh that was made in Nairobi. I see.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Me(jubiliant after getting an A on my assignment): Dhak ki tiki Dhak ki tiki!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1868625930018280878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=1868625930018280878&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1868625930018280878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1868625930018280878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/cmiCcuCzKGc/me-hey-hows-nairobi-sfriend-who-has.html" title="" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-hey-hows-nairobi-sfriend-who-has.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMRXg9fip7ImA9WxBXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-1537260344064607983</id><published>2010-01-24T02:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:28:04.666-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T02:28:04.666-05:00</app:edited><title>Counting my blessings</title><summary>Mom. Mom.Mom. Dad. Dad. Dad.Brother. Brother. Brother. Brother (he gets an extra one cos he's kinda awesome in a "I hate to love you, but loathe to hate you" way).Dark chocolateGenerous people who give/have given me rides to get around this town. New people, places, experiences. New ideas. The chance to make my passion my job. Coffee to help me keep going. People who take my drunk calls and talk </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1537260344064607983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=1537260344064607983&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1537260344064607983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1537260344064607983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/vDi8fTLGysc/counting-my-blessings.html" title="Counting my blessings" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/counting-my-blessings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMQ3g8eyp7ImA9WxBQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-3366267558744874010</id><published>2010-01-19T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:49:42.673-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-19T22:49:42.673-05:00</app:edited><title>I hate this template</title><summary>In true womanly form, I got bored of the blog look and decided to change it. Unfortunately, being less techno-savvy than Laloo, I have failed to find a suitable look. Or rather, I haven't figured out how get THAT look onto THIS page. Or for that matter, how to scratch out a sentence - you know, draw a line through it, it looks so cool. But I haven't figured out how to do it yet. Till then, this </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3366267558744874010/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=3366267558744874010&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3366267558744874010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3366267558744874010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/GvMdEZ4pqUU/i-hate-this-template.html" title="I hate this template" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-template.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cAQnczfip7ImA9WxBXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-1204626506062896491</id><published>2010-01-19T14:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:44:03.986-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-24T02:44:03.986-05:00</app:edited><title>There is a God and he is watching me</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Last night, I really wondered if  God hates me. When it gets too quiet up there, he says to himself, "What kind of mischief can I play on my Roota?"   It’s been a crazy week. Not only has it been hard to get back in the groove after school started, my right brain still seems to be on vacation.   Result – Such dismal creative output that my dignity went ahead and committed </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1204626506062896491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=1204626506062896491&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1204626506062896491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1204626506062896491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/nZh4aU3W_hc/there-is-god-and-he-is-watching-me.html" title="There is a God and he is watching me" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-god-and-he-is-watching-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQ3g_fyp7ImA9WxBQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5926896550851099989</id><published>2010-01-10T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:22:42.647-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-19T15:22:42.647-05:00</app:edited><title>Red. Your breast cancer GK just sky-rocketed.</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  No? How strange. The email said it would happen.   I am referring to the deluge of emails I've received over the last 2 days from many girlfriends... in a nutshell, I have been asked to display the color of my bra in my status, just the color, nothing else in an effort to spread cancer awareness. The logic being, if enough women do it, people will </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5926896550851099989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5926896550851099989&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5926896550851099989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5926896550851099989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/hsb2dMJ8LLQ/red-your-breast-cancer-gk-just-sky.html" title="Red. Your breast cancer GK just sky-rocketed." /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/red-your-breast-cancer-gk-just-sky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQ3Y5eSp7ImA9WxBRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-4712158906047447880</id><published>2010-01-07T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:38:22.821-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T14:38:22.821-05:00</app:edited><title>Jan 7, 2009</title><summary>I have a deal on with a friend that both of us are going to lose 10 pounds by June. At any rate, I need some kind of physical activity in my life. So I tried out a kickboxing class today. It kicked my butt - I was sore all over by the end of the workout, dread waking up tomorrow. Would have really liked to keep going to the class but its a 30 minute walk from where I live. And, I don't fancy </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/4712158906047447880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=4712158906047447880&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/4712158906047447880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/4712158906047447880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/E2HLZZb37Cs/jan-7-2009.html" title="Jan 7, 2009" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-7-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNRHg6fCp7ImA9WxBRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-1391150325898754682</id><published>2010-01-06T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:41:35.614-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T14:41:35.614-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Oh joie de vivre of oh ten willz not end! 2 days ago, I was watching the Boise State(Boise is not a state, but I digress) game and saw this: You laughed your ass off too, didn't you? Well, turns out this chica is actually blind. Hell has a special place reserved for me. And, you're coming along. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/1391150325898754682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=1391150325898754682&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1391150325898754682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/1391150325898754682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/8-8q2Q2AC88/oh-joie-de-vivre-of-oh-ten-willz-not.html" title="" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-joie-de-vivre-of-oh-ten-willz-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQH0-cCp7ImA9WxBRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-3198107663841125737</id><published>2010-01-05T23:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:08:41.358-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-06T00:08:41.358-05:00</app:edited><title /><summary>School officially started on Monday. I have classes back to back from Monday to Wednesday. That roughly translates into I'm fucked. But Monday class got cancelled and Tuesday morning class has no homework. So, it feels like I'm still on break so far. Hell commences next week. After sitting on my fat ass and making it fatter over the break, I have made a resolution to lose weight. I am not going </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/3198107663841125737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=3198107663841125737&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3198107663841125737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/3198107663841125737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/B_1HDMbuG5o/school-officially-started-on-monday.html" title="" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-officially-started-on-monday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMRX47eSp7ImA9WxNVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-8448333703707228962</id><published>2009-10-24T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:21:24.001-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T00:21:24.001-04:00</app:edited><title>Love is in my pages</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  God has a funny of going about his divine interventions. I wonder if he crafts his plans out with painstaking detail or just poops it out sitting on the crapper, chewing through his cigar?  And, although I believe that he has my best interest in heart, I have to wonder if he does not take a special glee in torturing my soul, dragging it through muck, nose smooshed into the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8448333703707228962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=8448333703707228962&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8448333703707228962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8448333703707228962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/ifdTeTpdINQ/love-is-in-my-pages.html" title="Love is in my pages" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-in-my-pages.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFRnk6eSp7ImA9WxBQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-8507868737073320171</id><published>2009-10-23T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:53:37.711-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-19T22:53:37.711-05:00</app:edited><title>All in a night's work</title><summary>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Right now, I will tell you this is a thoroughly immoral, stupid post. But, it needs to be chronicled so here goes:   We started the night as a typical Circus Thursday night – meeting up for drinks at Moe’s and Joe’s – an old bar with wooden seats, a jukebox that was never updated from since the 70s, graffiti made from sharpie that has somehow become the staple haunt of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8507868737073320171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=8507868737073320171&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8507868737073320171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8507868737073320171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/Ifu2XC_c1Oc/all-in-nights-work.html" title="All in a night's work" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-in-nights-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRHY-cSp7ImA9WxNSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-2207093593067704531</id><published>2009-09-02T23:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:39:25.859-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T00:39:25.859-04:00</app:edited><title>I miss..</title><summary>Having Mom wake me up in the mornings. Seeing her sitting on the floor, reading the newspaper with her steaming morning tea. Watching my brother take his G.I. Joes, He-Mans and Hot Wheels into the shower.  Don't ask me why. I don't know. Really. The smell of melting ghee that Mom would smear over hot chapatis. Wishing all the family members  "Goodnight" when we retired to bed. Talking random </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2207093593067704531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=2207093593067704531&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/2207093593067704531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/2207093593067704531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/sJexzy9U1g8/i-miss.html" title="I miss.." /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQEQHk7cCp7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5318173381956876454</id><published>2009-08-15T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:15:01.708-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T16:15:01.708-04:00</app:edited><title>3 months exactly...</title><summary>since i last wrote on the blog. I miss random venting.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5318173381956876454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5318173381956876454&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5318173381956876454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5318173381956876454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/de-y3Iet3pQ/3-months-exactly.html" title="3 months exactly..." /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-months-exactly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHQXo4eip7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-2586882456119955594</id><published>2009-08-15T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:32:10.432-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T16:32:10.432-04:00</app:edited><title>Is there an app for that?</title><summary>6 Iphone apps Apple needs to create right now...Call checker  - App would predict the mood of the person I am calling.  Sad, angry, with their OTHER girlfriend, horny, whatever…  I can  figure out if now’s a good time to ask Dad for some cash. Or not. Guys could totally use it to get some phone sex action. And maybe, then some.Cheer Up app - Tells me I look fabulous even on my most bloated days. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/2586882456119955594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=2586882456119955594&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/2586882456119955594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/2586882456119955594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/PAk2PI17ZTs/is-there-app-for-that.html" title="Is there an app for that?" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-app-for-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHQXk6eCp7ImA9WxJRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-8074254001880932116</id><published>2009-05-16T03:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:38:50.710-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T03:38:50.710-04:00</app:edited><title>Day 7 Important lessons in Sri Lanka</title><summary>Sri Lankans are a proud people. Their sense of dignity manifests itself in several ways. Most SL will sport the Sri Lankan flag – unlike India, it is not a crime to hang the flag at your home or location of business. In fact, it seems to be encouraged. But, my personal experiences have shown me just how much these people value their esteem. We had taken B’s cousins along with us to visit Galle. B</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8074254001880932116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=8074254001880932116&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8074254001880932116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8074254001880932116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/McxpuYCBRnw/day-7-important-lessons-in-sri-lanka.html" title="Day 7 Important lessons in Sri Lanka" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-7-important-lessons-in-sri-lanka.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MHSXwyeip7ImA9WxJRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5433538118325885942</id><published>2009-05-16T03:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:37:18.292-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T03:37:18.292-04:00</app:edited><title>Day 6</title><summary>We went to Galle today. Nothing spectacular to look at barring the Galle fort built by the Dutch. Hence very colonial and charming in every way that a colonial Dutch building is. There was even a totally rad coat of arms at the entrance. But the most interesting part  was the ride there and back. Colombo to Galle was the worst hit area during the tsunami of 2004. While most the area has recovered</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5433538118325885942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5433538118325885942&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5433538118325885942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5433538118325885942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/MX_mkycZdPo/day-6.html" title="Day 6" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UER3kycCp7ImA9WxJRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-8046683040368283367</id><published>2009-05-16T03:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:33:26.798-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T03:33:26.798-04:00</app:edited><title>Day 5 - longest day ever!</title><summary>Today, we travelled to Polonorruwa - the capital of Sri Lanka at one point of time. If you ever want a preview of what Hell feels like, go there. The weather is unbearably hot and dripping humid – temperatures hovered around an unbearable 38 degrees( CELSIUS) throughout. The afternoon sun didn’t help much either. There was not one pore of my body that wasn’t sweating during the entire time. God’s</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/8046683040368283367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=8046683040368283367&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8046683040368283367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/8046683040368283367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/KwLwXdGbtMA/day-5-longest-day-ever.html" title="Day 5 - longest day ever!" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-5-longest-day-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBSHw_eyp7ImA9WxJRFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8450921616076475190.post-5881961413896668471</id><published>2009-05-16T03:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:24:19.243-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T03:24:19.243-04:00</app:edited><title>Day 4</title><summary>Sri Lanka is a beautiful country. I have never seen so many shades of green bursting forth all around me. The splendor of nature here shames the word “life” with its vivacity. Everywhere I look, there’s lush and thriving greenery. And, everywhere I look mangoes and jackfruits hang low on their trees, some as low as my hip. One could just reach out and pluck them. It’s as if the entire country </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/feeds/5881961413896668471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8450921616076475190&amp;postID=5881961413896668471&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5881961413896668471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8450921616076475190/posts/default/5881961413896668471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TravellingDesi/~3/GDPkgvn60Yc/day-4.html" title="Day 4" /><author><name>Amruta Anil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09734939320454780044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://travellingdesi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

