<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 09:46:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>thoughts</category><category>Car</category><category>Poem</category><category>Programming</category><category>Python</category><category>Road trip</category><category>fun</category><category>video</category><title>Yabble-Babble</title><description>Babblings of a complex mind.</description><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-8142026146977214595</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2014 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-05T05:51:38.920+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Its Natural to be angry, not good to lash out!</title><atom:summary type="text">Disclaimer: I am a Sachin Fan and I am upset by the fact that Maria Sharapova doesn’t know about him.   &amp;#160;  It might look like I am being devil’s advocate here but then I do belong to the group being called devil here. To be honest, I found out about it just now and it seems that I am a little too late to the party. People have apparently abused Sharapova and people have come out and defended</atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2014/07/its-natural-to-be-angry-not-good-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-8828068328553657977</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2014 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-09T06:10:12.217+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><title>Once</title><atom:summary type="text">There was once a truth that died alone.   There was once a lie that lived on.    There was once a feeling left alone.    And a thought that was lost in crowd.   This is not the story of these truths or lies.   This is not the story of feelings or thoughts.   I tell you a tale of a human that I hate.   I tell you a story I spent years to create.    Not because it took my imagination that long.    </atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2014/05/once.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-812539835458469157</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-17T22:02:48.204+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>True Success</title><atom:summary type="text">True success comprise basically of two things, in varied proportions.&amp;nbsp;1. What we want?2. What others want from us?The first is very important because it defines the criteria of our happiness. A person not doing what he wants or not achieving his own desired goal is never able to be at peace with himself. Such a person will, at best, be sad and disappointed, and at worst melancholic and </atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-success.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-4658684332028511832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-30T18:39:09.513+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><title>Awesome facebook video.. Poor Hitler.. stuck in IIT.. LOL!!!</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-facebook-video-poor-hitler.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-254846862374942448</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-29T03:12:25.083+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Programming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Python</category><title>My tryst with Python</title><atom:summary type="text">First of all, it is NOT the snake. For long time now, I was dwelling on the topic of learning a new programming language. I know C++ and BASIC (yeah!!) and basic algorithm. But these were the golden times of school. For over 3 years I have done nothing more than using Windows to play movies.   In short I was searching for a language easy to learn and simple to write along with all the strengths </atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-tryst-with-python.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6lgGf4tZRYM/S6_M02SjZiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/62yyzuPQmpY/s72-c/wlEmoticon-wink%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-1690006153898380668</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T01:08:32.272+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Road trip</category><title>Road trip-1</title><atom:summary type="text">This is one of the funniest trips I’ve been on. The day started with my night-out thereby leaving me sleepy and tired. Dad asked me to leave him at the nearby bus-stand. I thought- “Well, that is easy. Then I’ll take my sweet old nap.” Alas!  No bus is available. What should be done? Then a ray of light shines and a bulb lightens up. Idea! I asked dad to ask his driver (in the other city) to come</atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237403293054569262.post-4987241361775765655</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T08:51:04.469+05:30</atom:updated><title>Why do I do it?</title><atom:summary type="text">This question always intrigues me. Why the hell I have to start writing everything that comes to my mind? But then what the hell. This blog is my experimentation with adsense. Or let me rephrase it- &quot;My another experimentation with adsense.&quot; Let&#39;s see where does this lands me. Hopefully where there is a pile of gold.</atom:summary><link>http://yabblebabble.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-i-do-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KP)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>