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trip" /><category term="Softman" /><category term="fitness" /><category term="shuttle rides" /><title>WotSinanAme??</title><subtitle type="html">wish i knew!!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agnipath movie review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agnipath movie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agneepath" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agneepath movie review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agneepath review" /><title>Two Agneepaths and One Shapath</title><summary type="html">
I had a lot of time to think while I was watching the movie Agneepath. All thanks to our good producer Karan Johar who presumes that I'm very jobless This is one of the reasons why I admire him. He's so adept at upholding our constitution. How else would you explain the blatant abuse of  "Freedom of expression", He has redefined it. According to him, it means Freedom to express yourself for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/j9tRDK54vZQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7188701691314670872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-agneepaths-and-one-shapath.html#comment-form" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7188701691314670872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7188701691314670872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/j9tRDK54vZQ/two-agneepaths-and-one-shapath.html" title="Two Agneepaths and One Shapath" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>40</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-agneepaths-and-one-shapath.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNR3syeip7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-4613653948486464563</id><published>2012-01-23T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:44:56.592-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T08:44:56.592-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="office shuttle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="office" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long bus rides" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shuttle rides" /><title>Daily Dabba Journey</title><summary type="html">

What astonishes about the office shuttle is its ingenuity. It looks like its been reassembled from stolen automobile parts somewhere in the gullies of JC Road, yet I prefer its cozy, almost vulgarly dark inside to a super cool Volvo, mostly because it is free. 



My office shuttle is painted white and blue, the royal colours of the corporate world, not too showy, not too laid-back, just the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/gS8tDwUMfQA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4613653948486464563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/daily-dabba-journeys.html#comment-form" title="46 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4613653948486464563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4613653948486464563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/gS8tDwUMfQA/daily-dabba-journeys.html" title="Daily Dabba Journey" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>46</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/daily-dabba-journeys.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BQn08eip7ImA9WhRUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-2508955808880971012</id><published>2012-01-21T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:54:13.372-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T08:54:13.372-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="why" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i hate religion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pissed off" /><title>Why do I do the things I do?</title><summary type="html">
All through my life, I've been a very misunderstood soul. I do things that enrage people or disgust them or make them go, "Why is she doing this? Is she crazy?". So starting today, I want to end it. I am going to explain why I do what I do. I don't care whether you agree with me or not, but I've just gotta do it. I read a blog of a dead girl. Maybe, even I'll die someday prematurely, and somehow&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/T0DCvVP4De8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2508955808880971012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-i-do-things-i-do.html#comment-form" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2508955808880971012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2508955808880971012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/T0DCvVP4De8/why-do-i-do-things-i-do.html" title="Why do I do the things I do?" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-i-do-things-i-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNSXc7eyp7ImA9WhRVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-137257578170531531</id><published>2012-01-19T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:48:18.903-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T07:48:18.903-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="competition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blah blah blah" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MLCs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="karnataka MLAs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipad3" /><title>Rat race, cat race, dog race</title><summary type="html">
Yesterday morning, I realised what a lofty place competition holds in our lives. 
As usual, I went to the gym (Ahem, Yes, I do it regularly). I was running, and my eyes were constantly on the speedometer on the treadmill next to mine, (In case, you are wondering, yes, the guy was hot, but that's not what we're talking about here, lets focus! ). He was running at 10 Km/Hr speed and I was looking &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/mARzZpBVs2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/137257578170531531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/whos.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/137257578170531531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/137257578170531531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/mARzZpBVs2w/whos.html" title="Rat race, cat race, dog race" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY2i_PKpbdM/TxfqMwLdSPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/E9l_2ZrzZJs/s72-c/400024_330275636992574_100000304210777_1117445_1687946423_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/whos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQ306eSp7ImA9WhRVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-7002292862100809878</id><published>2012-01-14T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:05:42.311-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T00:05:42.311-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baba ramdev ink" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baba ramdev black ink" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black money" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baba ramdev" /><title>Of Baba Ramdev, Black money and Uncle Scrooge</title><summary type="html">
So I decided to do one world changing thing per day, and started by posting this as my fb status,

"If you have ever peed on the road or in your loo, if you have ever slept in the office or at home, if you have ever helped yourself or others, if you have basically ever done anything other than waste your whole life on facebook, then share this status and make people aware of deadly plague, who &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/u-I7F9Sz6Uc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7002292862100809878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-baba-ramdev-black-money-and-uncle.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7002292862100809878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7002292862100809878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/u-I7F9Sz6Uc/of-baba-ramdev-black-money-and-uncle.html" title="Of Baba Ramdev, Black money and Uncle Scrooge" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-baba-ramdev-black-money-and-uncle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMQHw5fip7ImA9WhRVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-7099287494409938513</id><published>2012-01-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:46:21.226-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T23:46:21.226-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="madness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yelling" /><title>Mommy, Daddy and Madness</title><summary type="html">
Of late, I've been writing a lot of posts about Schizophrenia, what can I do? I'm dealing with a lot of such people, including myself. Now, Its my parents turn.

I'm sick and tired of their multiple personalities. One day, they are like, "Kee, yaake? You are not going anywhere with your friends?" They become all Yo-momma and Dude-Daddy and force me to let my hair down and party. And, then I get &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/_ExI0PR_F2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7099287494409938513/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-daddy-and-madness.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7099287494409938513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7099287494409938513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/_ExI0PR_F2Q/mommy-daddy-and-madness.html" title="Mommy, Daddy and Madness" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1QR2_D-lDw/TZjVUiN-0BI/AAAAAAAAC5A/UG9cJzpFyZc/s72-c/1106537567parents.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-daddy-and-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQH08cCp7ImA9WhRVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-3857952886855717539</id><published>2012-01-10T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:08:21.378-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T09:08:21.378-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nonsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insanity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="derangia" /><title>Of Therapists and Kamakshi, the Cat</title><summary type="html">
As my derangia was becoming uncontrollable, I decided to visit a mental hookie clinic which gives psycho advice for free and sometimes even pays you for it if you prove to them that you are faithfully following their insane advice. Apparently, its not so easy to convince them, you see, they are schizophrenia veterans. You think you've convinced one guy, he says "brb" and goes to check his &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/qInzdImSRRg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3857952886855717539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-therapists-and-kamakshi.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3857952886855717539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3857952886855717539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/qInzdImSRRg/of-therapists-and-kamakshi.html" title="Of Therapists and Kamakshi, the Cat" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-therapists-and-kamakshi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDQ3w-cSp7ImA9WhRVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-2337985104884424392</id><published>2012-01-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:22:52.259-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T08:22:52.259-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frankfurt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cologne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="europe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="germany" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bengalurubackpacker" /><title>Guten Tag Germany!</title><summary type="html">

Stop Number 2 on our trip was Frankfurt!





Click here for information on the German leg of our trip:

Guten Tag Germany!


&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/awnkTDavdLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2337985104884424392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/guten-tag-germany.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2337985104884424392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2337985104884424392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/awnkTDavdLQ/guten-tag-germany.html" title="Guten Tag Germany!" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/guten-tag-germany.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANQno8fCp7ImA9WhRVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-7743796521459793556</id><published>2012-01-06T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:26:33.474-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T21:26:33.474-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobless and jobless and jobless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="software engineer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bored and jobless" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bench" /><title>Joblessness and Crappiness</title><summary type="html">



In case you are one of the souls who thought my blog was worthy enough to visit, Hi there! (It seems like I'm waving to myself,well..), and have noticed that from the past week I have been flooding my blog with a cyclone of posts, let me tell you, it is because I'm jobless, as simple as that.

Now, please don't go into an overdrive thinking, "Oh my god! Didn't she mention somewhere that she &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/BYs05Bn9onI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7743796521459793556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/joblessness-is-next-to-hopelessness.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7743796521459793556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7743796521459793556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/BYs05Bn9onI/joblessness-is-next-to-hopelessness.html" title="Joblessness and Crappiness" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/joblessness-is-next-to-hopelessness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHRHw8eCp7ImA9WhRWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-7852296743229596267</id><published>2012-01-05T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:07:15.270-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T23:07:15.270-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italy tourism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="europe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rome" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="italy" /><title>Ciao Roma!</title><summary type="html">




Starting today, I will embark on the sole purpose for which I started this blog, and that is to list out all the things that I learnt while backpacking across Europe exactly 8 months ago.We left on 10th May, Summer, the ideal time to go to Europe. Long hours of daylight, just perfect to pack a zillion things in a day if you are on a tight time leash.

Read more on my new blog..&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/uwcIgULixJE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7852296743229596267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/ciao-roma.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7852296743229596267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7852296743229596267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/uwcIgULixJE/ciao-roma.html" title="Ciao Roma!" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/ciao-roma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQno8eSp7ImA9WhRWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-2684259786635185122</id><published>2012-01-04T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:17:33.471-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T03:17:33.471-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bank" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frustrated customer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="canara bank" /><title>The curious case of Canara Bank and Kadlekai</title><summary type="html">
One day in Canara Bank and yes, the day is done. It is finished, just like that, right before my eyes.



Like any responsible corporate citizen, I realised that "tax declarations" not just meant declaring whatever shit that you've got, but also actually investing them in real time. This dawned on me on the penultimate day, and what would anyone do? Scurry to the bank, that's exactly what I did,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/_Ks8IAYThH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/2684259786635185122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/curious-case-of-canara-bank-and.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2684259786635185122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/2684259786635185122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/_Ks8IAYThH8/curious-case-of-canara-bank-and.html" title="The curious case of Canara Bank and Kadlekai" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/curious-case-of-canara-bank-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NQXw8eCp7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-4194434344643567507</id><published>2012-01-01T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:34:50.270-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T08:34:50.270-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dinesh reddy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="andhra acp comment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rapists" /><title>My Darling Rapist</title><summary type="html">







My dad told me which college I should go to,
My brother told me which guy I should speak to,
My husband told me which friends I should make,
and Now, you, My Dear Rapist, you tell me what I should wear and what I should not,
Wow! What a wonderful life!

Well, Mr.Rapist,
Please tell me what else I should do,
Do you like me slim or do you like me to be a big ass babe?
Oh my darling rapist,
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/QQ9p-XSL7Eg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4194434344643567507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-darling-rapist.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4194434344643567507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4194434344643567507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/QQ9p-XSL7Eg/my-darling-rapist.html" title="My Darling Rapist" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-darling-rapist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDQHwzfip7ImA9WhRWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-3145713891525361474</id><published>2011-12-31T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:24:31.286-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T23:24:31.286-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aunties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook aunties" /><title>Facebook Aunties</title><summary type="html">
It all starts like this.

First they bug their kids lives enough for them to grudgingly show them how to create a "facebook" and then answer questions like "Profile a?", "Wall a? What wall? Where's the wall?", so on and so forth. Then after a long pissed off session from their poor kids, they make them add photos of them dilly-dallying with other aunties in one of their oh-so-fun kitty parties, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/tD6WfPA047I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3145713891525361474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/facebook-aunties.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3145713891525361474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3145713891525361474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/tD6WfPA047I/facebook-aunties.html" title="Facebook Aunties" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/facebook-aunties.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMRXk5eyp7ImA9WhRWEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-5351994558690999604</id><published>2011-12-30T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:24:44.723-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T02:24:44.723-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="don2 review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="don2" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shahrukh khan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bollywood" /><title>Don 2 and the resulting rant</title><summary type="html">



I watched Don 2. And I say, it is a dabba movie.



Whenever I watch a movie and come, nobody asks me how it is, they just assume that I'd hate it anyway, I would like to tell all those jerks, "Yes, you are right!" 

I will not like any movie in which Shahrukh Khan is wearing a fake rastafari-type hairdo and jumping out of buildings thinking, "Ohh Tom Cruise is jumping from Burj Dubai, lemme &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/n-vpQN68hL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5351994558690999604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/don-2-and-resulting-rant.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/5351994558690999604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/5351994558690999604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/n-vpQN68hL4/don-2-and-resulting-rant.html" title="Don 2 and the resulting rant" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>14</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bengaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9715987 77.5945627</georss:point><georss:box>12.724026199999999 77.2787057 13.2191712 77.91041969999999</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/don-2-and-resulting-rant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUERHo9cSp7ImA9WhRXFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-3161362825321623165</id><published>2011-12-22T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:56:45.469-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-22T05:56:45.469-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bombay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bombay trip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mumbai" /><title>Bombay!</title><summary type="html">





I always wanted to go to Bombay (Mumbai now, but eh!). Infact, when I was in school I always dreamt about running off from home to the city of Bollywood. Obviously, It didn't work out, so I ended up going there on a vacation. More about this in my new blog...

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/kRBFLoOY99c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/3161362825321623165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/bombay.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3161362825321623165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/3161362825321623165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/kRBFLoOY99c/bombay.html" title="Bombay!" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZp26yCMOFQ/TvM1FP1UrNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/lXTmd_XXU-Y/s72-c/IMG_0315.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/bombay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNR3g-eyp7ImA9WhRQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-4838443787982943899</id><published>2011-12-15T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:08:16.653-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T06:08:16.653-08:00</app:edited><title>My Quarter Life Crisis</title><summary type="html">
I am really really pissed with the way this stupid world works. There was a time when it was at my feet, my wish was its command and it fuckin made me over confident. I thought I'll get any bloody thing that I want, no matter whether I deserve it or not, but these days it is just not happening! My career is in the drain, It doesn't seem like I have much of a life, I am not doing what I want to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/Gd3fTBtZLxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4838443787982943899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-quarter-life-crisis.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4838443787982943899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4838443787982943899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/Gd3fTBtZLxY/my-quarter-life-crisis.html" title="My Quarter Life Crisis" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-quarter-life-crisis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANSX4-fyp7ImA9WhRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-7301564110239073478</id><published>2011-11-25T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:06:38.057-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T09:06:38.057-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Boyz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Boyz review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie review" /><title>Desi Boyz- The Aftermath</title><summary type="html">
Desi boyz is a perfect reflection of everything that is wrong with Bollywood.

Here's why:
Apparently, some Bollywood personalities are offended with the name, "Bollywood", they feel they are too original to be mimicking the west, but the same people have absolutely no qualms about lifting scenes from youtube videos. No, we don't copy other movies, we're far more technologically advanced, now &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/HEnavGrMtUQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/7301564110239073478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/desi-boyz-aftermath.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7301564110239073478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/7301564110239073478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/HEnavGrMtUQ/desi-boyz-aftermath.html" title="Desi Boyz- The Aftermath" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/desi-boyz-aftermath.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFR3oyfyp7ImA9WhRSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-1285998245877659787</id><published>2011-11-22T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:35:16.497-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T02:35:16.497-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gym" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fitness" /><title>An appeal to my gym aunties</title><summary type="html">
Question: How many people think that skinny girls are not supposed to go to the gym? 

Answer: All the aunties and one fat uncle in my gym who gawk at me as if I am some BBMP bulldozer that has encroached upon their space.

Please aunties understand that skinny girls have bigger problems. How else do you think they stay skinny? They are expected to be that way. Every asshole they meet says, "Wow&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/xJ9rt4tjaB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1285998245877659787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/appeal-to-my-gym-aunties.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1285998245877659787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1285998245877659787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/xJ9rt4tjaB8/appeal-to-my-gym-aunties.html" title="An appeal to my gym aunties" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/appeal-to-my-gym-aunties.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BRH09eCp7ImA9WhRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-1784358482686199807</id><published>2011-11-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:59:15.360-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T08:59:15.360-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adriano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zumbo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adriano zumbo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masterchef" /><title>An open proposal</title><summary type="html">Dear Adriano, 




Ever since you walked into the masterchef kitchen with the cutest, sweetest grin I've ever seen and so wickedly asked the contestants to bake a macaroon tower, I have been in love with you. Your eleven layered vanilla cake is something that appears in every alternate wet dream of mine. It is because of you that I spent 3 euro on an unknown 3 cm cupcake-like thing called &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/1CnDsmOb8vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1784358482686199807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/open-proposal.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1784358482686199807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1784358482686199807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/1CnDsmOb8vo/open-proposal.html" title="An open proposal" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3758307306_c515284c38_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/open-proposal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NSX0_cCp7ImA9WhRQFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-4138726803075872406</id><published>2011-11-13T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:36:38.348-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T08:36:38.348-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story" /><title>The Tug of War</title><summary type="html">

She looked in the mirror. The world seemed okay. Her gym workouts were showing results. Her butt seemed smaller than two weeks ago when she wore the same jeans, panicked and joined the gym the very next day. She had a butt fixation which bordered on OCD.



‘It’s looking good, You look smokin’ hot’



‘Yeah right, thunder thighs, that name was coined just for you’



‘Shut your mouth, Big butts&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/vOPnhVxMAq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/4138726803075872406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/tug-of-war.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4138726803075872406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/4138726803075872406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/vOPnhVxMAq8/tug-of-war.html" title="The Tug of War" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/11/tug-of-war.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNQHw-cSp7ImA9WhdaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-9101463430141298096</id><published>2011-10-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:18:11.259-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T11:18:11.259-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="office" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate bhagwad gita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate crap" /><title>The Corporate Bhagvad Gita</title><summary type="html">
Dear Arjuna,

I know you are having a hard time at your job. Here are some golden rules that have to be followed while working. I did not tell you all this in Kurukshetra as I never expected you to become a software engineer after wasting all your life in Kshatriya training, but as they say, anyone with any skill can become a software engineer, I should've guessed.

Anyway, listen carefully. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/AEv8BkqX_OA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/9101463430141298096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/10/corporate-bhagvad-gita.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/9101463430141298096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/9101463430141298096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/AEv8BkqX_OA/corporate-bhagvad-gita.html" title="The Corporate Bhagvad Gita" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/10/corporate-bhagvad-gita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNRXY6eyp7ImA9WhdVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-5118913834866363199</id><published>2011-09-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:36:34.813-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-18T08:36:34.813-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fasting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anna hazare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Narendra modi fast" /><title>Are you a "faster" or not?</title><summary type="html">

Now Modi is fasting.

What is with this fast? Everybody who's anybody is related to the fasting wagon, you are either on it or off it. Like how you are either a muggle or a wizard.

Ask yourself this question, Are you a "faster" or not?

But how do you decide?
Fear Not! Help is here.

Given below are some of the common characterstics of fasters, based on a study conducted by the FAN-D(Fasters &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/3zh9GJvZhr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/5118913834866363199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-faster-or-not.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/5118913834866363199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/5118913834866363199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/3zh9GJvZhr4/are-you-faster-or-not.html" title="Are you a &quot;faster&quot; or not?" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-faster-or-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQX47fyp7ImA9WhdVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-8802126790265576309</id><published>2011-09-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:57:40.007-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T10:57:40.007-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kannada film industry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darshan violence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darshan arrest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darshan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darshan harassment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nikita ban" /><title>How and why an actor can get his mistress banned</title><summary type="html">
Today, as a producer/director/screenwriter/spotboy of the Kannada film Industry, I'm taking on the responsibility of making it world famous. Here is a shaart introduction:

Welcome to Sandalwood, or Kafi (Kannada Film Industry), or more conveniently called Kapi (Pronounced as 'Copy')

This is the most wonderful film industry in the south of Vindhyas. Though we don't boast of super hits or &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/_NRJjXSryWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8802126790265576309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-and-why-actor-can-get-his-mistress.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/8802126790265576309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/8802126790265576309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/_NRJjXSryWo/how-and-why-actor-can-get-his-mistress.html" title="How and why an actor can get his mistress banned" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-and-why-actor-can-get-his-mistress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NR3g6eip7ImA9WhdWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-8010321743365574674</id><published>2011-09-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:14:56.612-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-10T10:14:56.612-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the bald soprano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bald soprano review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ranga shankara" /><title>How the bald soprano blew my mind</title><summary type="html">









The first play I went to watch. The bold soprano. Its an absurd play. How absurd can absurd get?.I laugh at the jokes for the first five minutes. Then it begins to unravel, or wait, does it? I don't quite understand. There is an english couple. There is a maid dressed as a fairy. There is another couple. There is a fireman. What is happening? I'm not sure. They exchange stories which do&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/zLIzV4MEP1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/8010321743365574674/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-bald-soprano-blew-my-mind.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/8010321743365574674?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/8010321743365574674?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/zLIzV4MEP1w/how-bald-soprano-blew-my-mind.html" title="How the bald soprano blew my mind" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-bald-soprano-blew-my-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMR389fCp7ImA9WhdWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712876980347606777.post-1318099613128915275</id><published>2011-09-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:49:46.164-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T10:49:46.164-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bol review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lollywood" /><title>Bol - A movie that asked me to speak up</title><summary type="html">

Today I watched Bol, a movie which has been praised over and over again, by the so called "critics". It is a movie with a social message so maybe these maniacs are going over board with their accolades. Before I tell my opinion about this movie, I just wanna think aloud. What is a movie's fundamental duty, whether it is a no-brainer or an offbeat one?

It has to keep the audience awake. Yes &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~4/NnkYhSelV_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/feeds/1318099613128915275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/bol.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1318099613128915275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712876980347606777/posts/default/1318099613128915275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wotsinaname/~3/NnkYhSelV_w/bol.html" title="Bol - A movie that asked me to speak up" /><author><name>Ana_treek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02367170278723400088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjutTPMHdCM/TnYexrjozpI/AAAAAAAAASc/xa_pPCFf3o0/s220/IMG198.jpg" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://anatreek.blogspot.com/2011/09/bol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

