<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558</id><updated>2026-08-16T13:34:55.643-07:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Hypocricy"/><category term="Movies"/><category term="Good Morning"/><category term="politics"/><category term="friends"/><category term="Good mornings"/><category term="bank"/><category term="People"/><category term="Corporate"/><category term="Women"/><category term="hypocrisy"/><category term="cricket"/><category term="Marriage"/><category term="family"/><category term="sexuality"/><category term="Religion"/><category term="lessons"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Books"/><category term="Office"/><category term="Work"/><category term="sports"/><category term="Compassion"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="Masala Mornings"/><category term="Television"/><category term="childhood"/><category term="corruption"/><category term="football"/><category term="Arts"/><category term="Blogging"/><category term="Book Review"/><category term="Kitchen"/><category term="media"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="stories"/><category term="Award"/><category term="Cars"/><category term="Death"/><category term="Facebook"/><category term="Festivals"/><category term="Health"/><category term="IPL"/><category term="Internet"/><category term="Justice"/><category term="Malludom"/><category term="Mornings"/><category term="Photos"/><category term="Tags"/><category term="Tweets"/><category term="college"/><category term="money"/><category term="music"/><category term="romance"/><category term="thiruvananthapuram"/><category term="valentines"/><category term="writers"/><title type='text'>Think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-7245674392038079355</id><published>2026-07-17T20:49:53.285-07:00</published><updated>2026-07-17T20:49:53.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body positivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my colleagues, who had thrown down her hatchette (work tools) a few months ago, decided to turn to philosophy and wellness. She wanted to save all the downtrodden women who had nowhere else to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last day she posts a video of her doing a dance similiar to a Indian raunchy dance showing off all her folds and creases. She went ahead and posted it online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably that was her way to show the body positivity. We all start our journey with aim to a bright destination. We may not end up there. We row and row furiously but we will end up in some shore for sure&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/7245674392038079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/7245674392038079355?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/7245674392038079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/7245674392038079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/07/body-positivity.html' title='Body positivity'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-8208975020958219493</id><published>2026-07-11T11:41:37.321-07:00</published><updated>2026-07-11T11:41:37.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing as toxic as a sour relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a year ago I met this couple from Kerala. They were just married and moved into this city far from home. I liked them and brought in memories from my honeymoon period. They had this chance to start life, with themselves, in a new town. It is challenging. So I used to check on them and took them out on dinner a couple of times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing which I found off about him was, he had no serious plans about life and talked too much about his opinions. Then he started taking long trip back to his hometown leaving the wife here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he messages me, after a long term, asking how was the rains here. I smelt something amiss. Why should he ask me, when he had his wife in the same town. I skirted around the question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last day when I was on a not so pleasant journey, he messages again bitching about his wife and mother in law. I told him to move in with his wife and try ironing the minor problems out. I could guess from his words that her parents were not mighty pleased that he was lazing around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today he messages me again saying that women get arrogant when they stand on their own feet. So I should suggest him ways for him to get her fired. I was stunned. I told him , if you don&#39;t want to live with her, go your own way and let her live in peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing as toxic as a sour relationship&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/8208975020958219493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/8208975020958219493?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8208975020958219493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8208975020958219493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/07/there-is-nothing-as-toxic-as-sour.html' title='There is nothing as toxic as a sour relationship'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-627837194280671373</id><published>2026-07-07T08:51:55.505-07:00</published><updated>2026-07-07T08:51:55.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup of last dances</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;In my earliest memory 1998 and 2002 world cups were the best hosting handful of legends at their best and great footballing teams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It can&#39;t get any worse than this when a handful of old men who should have retired long ago arrived with a supposedly emotional, warm story of how they wanted a last dance. Instead they made mockery out of their game, cut a sorry figure and exited ,unceremoniously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cult creation and &#39;making of legend&#39; is natural. But not when you make a story out of nothing and forget that your team and sport matters. Then you go ahead to use short reels and &#39;stories&#39; to make a crowd believe that you are going to work out a magic when you don&#39;t have that left in you.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/627837194280671373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/627837194280671373?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/627837194280671373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/627837194280671373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/07/world-cup-of-last-dances.html' title='World Cup of last dances'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-4372346308802397376</id><published>2026-04-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-04-20T20:55:27.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>മറവിയിലേക്ക്</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;കഴിഞ്ഞ ദിവസം പള്ളി ഗ്രൂപ്പിൽ ഒരു അനുശോചനം കിടക്കുന്ന കണ്ടൂ. പ്രായമുള്ള മനുഷ്യൻ ആണ് . പണ്ട് കണ്ട പരിചയം തോന്നുന്നു&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;വീട്ടിൽ അപ്പനോട് ചോദിച്ചപ്പോ പരറഞ്ഞത്. ഉന്നത ഉദ്യോഗത്തിൽ നിന്ന് retire ചെയ്ത ആണ്&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COVID ന് ശേഷം വീട്ടിൽ നിന്ന് വെള്ളിയിൽ ഇറങ്ങിയിട്ടില്ല&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ഒന്ന് ആലോചിച്ച് നോക്കിയാൽ COVID തീർത്തു കളഞ്ഞ എത്ര ജീവിതങ്ങൾ ഇപ്പോളും കാണാം&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/4372346308802397376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/4372346308802397376?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4372346308802397376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4372346308802397376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/04/blog-post.html' title='മറവിയിലേക്ക്'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-23273338258994403</id><published>2026-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-04-06T20:10:16.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toughest Illness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone will answer to this question that they have the toughest illness in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past few months I am going through this indigestion which comes in a cycle every week. You feel tired, disoriented and wondering if you will die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I kept thinking this is the badass of all illnesses in the world&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/23273338258994403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/23273338258994403?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/23273338258994403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/23273338258994403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/04/toughest-illness.html' title='Toughest Illness'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-2573180446883125835</id><published>2026-04-04T23:48:32.182-07:00</published><updated>2026-04-04T23:48:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I went to a &#39;retirement&#39; function yesterday. A place where you wish someone ridiculous things like &#39;happy second innings&#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;His wife was giving a small talk where she said, in a light vein, that she too is retiring from the duty of preparing &#39;tiffin&#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I was wondering if I happen to survive another two decades, will I be sane enough to live a happy second innings &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/2573180446883125835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/2573180446883125835?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2573180446883125835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2573180446883125835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/04/happy-retirement.html' title='Happy Retirement'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-6907061043505106395</id><published>2026-03-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-23T20:31:52.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A frank Dad son  conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So my Dad, like most of the retired elder people are hooked to YouTube and particularly into the conspiracy behind religion, food , politics and what not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday he sends me a youtube link and I don&#39;t even acknowledges there messages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I thought I should amuse myself with the headline and I was surprised and shocked to see that video was sermon on how &#39;Sexual immorality draws people from God&#39;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was stupified. I remember when I was young and I saw word in the Bible &#39;semen&#39; and I asked him what it was and he drove me away. So what is this frankness when I am forty and the libido is on a decline&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I decided to watch the video in the evening and I realized what he wanted to say was another &#39;retired&#39; uncle who is into spreading word among the youths decided to start a YouTube channel and came up with this topic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my creepy creepy uncles&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/6907061043505106395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/6907061043505106395?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6907061043505106395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6907061043505106395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/03/a-frank-dad-son-conversation.html' title='A frank Dad son  conversation'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-2538843554947128203</id><published>2026-03-15T20:57:05.411-07:00</published><updated>2026-03-15T20:57:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scene I wish I never witnessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So my next&amp;nbsp; door Neighbour, who I know is not very well off, lives by cooking tiffins for nearby offices. And I have seen bank officials coming in for loan recovery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today I went to get my daily morning grocery, and I happened to see the shopkeeper arguing and abusing him. He seems to have asked for a rebate in the Atta flour. Both os us looked embarrassed seeing each other out there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom line is it is not easy to make a living&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/2538843554947128203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/2538843554947128203?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2538843554947128203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2538843554947128203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2026/03/a-scene-i-wish-i-never-witnessed.html' title='A scene I wish I never witnessed'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-4178472478456310883</id><published>2025-11-23T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-23T01:15:14.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To buy or not to buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;The earliest reference in Bible to temptation is when Satan tempts Jesus with al the wealth of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-d3466179-7fff-7b3d-0d9f-8d49ed356049&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;In my other life my struggle with temptation was not to buy something and today I have to struggle with the temptation is to buy something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;So after realising that my stock of ‘non usable shirts’ are going up , I decided to buy a new pair.. It was not easy and I have to waive off the last minute temptation to postpone it for a couple of months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;And now I realise I need a good pair of shows too. The problem is if you start searching online, all your instagram reels are interrupted with advertisement of more and more varieties. All coming with a significant price tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;WIth every passing day I am resembling my Dad, he kept saving and wearing very normal outfit while his brothers and sister wore premium dressing. I always wanted to look premium someday, but guess that might not happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Or buy on EMI and just forget about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/4178472478456310883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/4178472478456310883?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4178472478456310883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4178472478456310883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2025/11/to-buy-or-not-to-buy.html' title='To buy or not to buy'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-1401439716092847931</id><published>2025-11-20T20:00:12.823-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-20T20:00:54.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men&#39;s day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;So a good friend wished me in the morning ‘Happy Men;s Day’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-d19260d0-7fff-3e98-1211-74af0ba7ffec&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I smirked ‘Is there even a day like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I didn’t find anything in the Insta or any social Media. May be a faint flicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Later that evening I thought, it’s fair to have a men’s day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Women ripe with old age. But, as soon as they realise their youth is gone, they wither fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;The Biblical curse of having to labour and toil fell on Adam more. He has to toil till night often suppressing his basic needs. In that toil even the family may forget him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Many a times, no one bothers to ask how is he doing. He is supposed to be there looking after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;So yes, there should be a day for the forgotten MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/1401439716092847931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/1401439716092847931?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/1401439716092847931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/1401439716092847931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2025/11/mens-day.html' title='Men&#39;s day'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-6541402725473966429</id><published>2025-11-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2025-11-10T10:32:48.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ഓർമ്മകൾ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;ഈ ഓർമ്മകൾക്ക് ഒരു പ്രശ്നം ഉണ്ട്. നമ്മൾ അടുക്കാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുന്തോറും അത് അകന്നു പോകും&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-11180be2-7fff-6e63-818b-f3cf315e180a&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;ജീവിതം കൂട്ടിയും കിഴിച്ചും കഴിയുമ്പോ ഒരു പിടി നല്ല ഓർമകൾ ബാക്കി വന്നാൽ അവൻ്റെ ജീവിതം ഭാഗ്യം ചെയ്തത്&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-emoji: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/6541402725473966429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/6541402725473966429?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6541402725473966429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6541402725473966429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2025/11/blog-post.html' title='ഓർമ്മകൾ'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-301456005649713202</id><published>2024-06-09T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2024-06-09T20:13:12.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was talking to a old friend. The conversation veered to a college mate who passed away due to rare heart condition&lt;div&gt;I remembered all the old fun we had.What if we knew what our lives would turn to in another 15 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was dozing off to sleep, I remembered a visual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My childhood, where as usual I was always late to the bus. I would run to the bus stop to see bus coming from far. It had to take a turn at the signal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I saw the bus at the signalit was a happy moment, knowing that I haven,t missed the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lay there half asleep a thought came to my mind. I may have another 20-25 years in my book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I got a chance to go back to that bus stop and waiting for the bus to take the turn&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/301456005649713202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/301456005649713202?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/301456005649713202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/301456005649713202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2024/06/the-corner.html' title='The Corner'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-8737736453936326937</id><published>2024-06-09T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2024-06-09T02:29:50.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering</title><content type='html'>This morning I was sitting back, brooding the loneliness, when I got a call. The true caller said he was a friend from college&lt;div&gt;I thought a full few minutes, deciding if I should call him back and finally decided in favour of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a full hour talking. He is a lecturer in Engineering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among other things he was talking about how this &#39;Kerala Technical University&#39; destroyed the course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when this KTU came into being with fancy names how it was said it to change the landscape of Engineering courses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teachers coughing up the old yellowed pages would find it difficult to survive in the new age courses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But over time they pushed in faculty from private colleges into the board of KTU. General Life courses with no connection to Engineering came up and old core subjects were moved out of syllabus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aim was to increase pass percentages of private colleges and reduce advantage of government colleges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today children learn less of Engineering and more of &#39;communication&#39; and &#39;management&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lecturers have almost nothing to teach now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/8737736453936326937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/8737736453936326937?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8737736453936326937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8737736453936326937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2024/06/engineering.html' title='Engineering'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-4813761043160326885</id><published>2024-03-10T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2024-03-10T20:01:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Core</title><content type='html'>I was watching the recent Malayalam movie, Kaathal, which had run on to become a great hit. The story revolves around the lives of a homosexual man, who had to come out of the closet in his middle age&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that stuck me towards the end of the movie was a particular scene where he contested from his Panchayath. He was contesting as a independent candidate from the left bloc. The screen was filled with red flags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to present political scene, a party which was seen as liberal and peaceful has become a bunch of people with priorities lying in becoming a soft saffron or christian brigade. Congress has totally lost the ability to lead a narrative&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/4813761043160326885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/4813761043160326885?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4813761043160326885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4813761043160326885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2024/03/the-core.html' title='The Core'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-8195780381158157283</id><published>2024-01-22T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2024-01-23T10:42:44.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t eat with wicked men</title><content type='html'>I was returning from work yesterday. The society was adorned with bright colours and DJ music as &#39;Shri Ram was coming back to Ayodhya&#39;. Makes me wonder where was he all these years.&lt;div&gt;The ladies were having communal dinner at the basement. As usual I made my way to the elevator, pretending not to have seen them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&#39;Sir, please have dinner with us.&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was slightly surprised. 2 years here and I know the hate and loathe hid behind their smiles. No one really invites me over for dinner or their functions. Infact whem I moved here an active area of discussion was why a non Gujarati was rented out a home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, they thought I was from the &#39;other side&#39; and wanted to celebrate the victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a moment I saw threw the loving smiles. I politely refused, for the food will turn poison in my stomach&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/8195780381158157283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/8195780381158157283?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8195780381158157283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8195780381158157283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2024/01/dont-eat-with-wicked-men.html' title='Don&#39;t eat with wicked men'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-4919721582264619168</id><published>2024-01-03T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2024-01-03T18:39:11.546-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Memories Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-43066faf-7fff-ac39-386d-3ae6522fdf42&quot;&gt;Early morning phone calls means bad news mostly, especially when you have old people in your family. 31st December was not expected to bring such a news. I was to sit at home and ruinate on the memories. But the phone rang. It was turn of my uncle, father’s eldest brother. I planned to meet him on the last trip but couldn’t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;20 years ago my grandparents passed away and now it’s the turn of the generation above me. I might labour and struggle until my turn arrives in the next few decades.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;When the new of passing away of my uncle came, with him ended years of family feud, mainly started over the partition of land. That was the period dad felt isolated mentally. We, as kids, also struggled to digest the ugly side of relationships. The joy and innocence of childhood gave way to the realities and greed of life. We moved away from ancestral property, and with time sold off the land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Thankfully, Dad and his brother came to peace during the last days&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/4919721582264619168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/4919721582264619168?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4919721582264619168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/4919721582264619168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2024/01/memories-die.html' title='Memories Die'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-5645324936490795259</id><published>2023-12-27T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2023-12-27T10:57:26.214-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies"/><title type='text'>Curry and Cyanide</title><content type='html'>Netflix releases a documentary on one of the most sensational murder spree.&amp;nbsp; The documentary might have been well made except for the part that the whole thing looked too amateur. No proper research/ investigation was done.&lt;div&gt;As the narrator himself, inadvertently admitted, there were too many red flags still not looked into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The murder didn&#39;t became a sensation just because 6 people were killed. But the executioner was a home maker and an epitome&amp;nbsp; of ideal mother and wife. The question was how could she bring herself to do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly the question still remains unanswered. The whole documentary seems to be shot by a wedding photographer and ends up with making the sister-in-law of the murderer a heroine of the whole drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One essential question remaining to be answered is, why were the entire family silent through out the period and even more strangely, how did the person who first cried foul on the mysterious death kept visiting the accused so that he become her next victim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All said, the decadence of &#39;family&#39; once the strongest and most sacred unit in society has fallen into decadence. The contradiction of material and at the same time the cultural and spiritual myths have churned out a very depressed generation in denial with themselves&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/5645324936490795259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/5645324936490795259?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/5645324936490795259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/5645324936490795259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2023/12/curry-and-cyanide.html' title='Curry and Cyanide'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-2681562136648890678</id><published>2019-07-08T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2019-07-08T18:18:28.414-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Women"/><title type='text'>Concept of Consent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I am a person who rarely gets into an argument in social media platform. One thing being half the population are stupid and stubborn. I mostly listen and smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;But the last day a friend posted a video of a interview bit with a politician in Kerala. This guy, Mr P C George, more or less who has been in the news for his &amp;#8216;populist&amp;#8217;, &amp;#8216;machoistic&amp;#8217; views on matters of interests doesn&amp;#8217;t have any political party but he has been able to stand at the right places and take the right positions to stay in the limelight&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The interviewer, more of a pretty novice, asks him about women&amp;#8217;s safety in Indian public spaces during odd hours. He curtly replies &amp;#8216; Women from respectable families need not go out in odd hours&amp;#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;This was a wildly popular interview clip years ago. The interviewer was a less known pretty lass who looked too eager to please and the TV channel were in look out for attracting some eye balls. So here this guy has come up with a &amp;#160;solution to abuse, defined &amp;#8216;respectablity&amp;#8217; and solved public safety all in a single go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Coming back my friend shared this clip with a caption &amp;#8216;Pwolichu&amp;#8217; a new generation slang for &amp;#8216;Rocking&amp;#8217; (my generation slang). I was surprised and stunned. I asked her, a post graduate student, what about women who work late nights? There are women who work as menial labourers to top executives who commute late into night. What about them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know was the the reply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I went on to talk to her about this consent the concept of consent and definition of decency. Sad part is women are conditioned to think that men, that too strangers, have the right to abuse their personal space if the compromise on some society-drawn-boundaries on decency. This abuse of personal space have no age barrier and has normalized even rape over these years. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Saying that it is not just indecent looking street guys who abuse a woman. Even decent looking people like I do. But coming into terms with the fact is not easy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/2681562136648890678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/2681562136648890678?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2681562136648890678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2681562136648890678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2019/07/concept-of-consent.html' title='Concept of Consent'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-6513210160223112498</id><published>2018-11-10T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2018-11-10T22:21:22.430-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Dumping ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I had this addiction to porn novels in my teens. They are termed &#39;small book&#39; in my place. I used to buy and stock them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Then after many weeks I would decide to turn a good boy and dump them all in the near by wasteland. This cycle would repeat in another few weeks.&lt;br&gt;
This wasteland was owned by a rich guy and the neighborhood used the place to dump all their waste.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I believe we all should have this mental black hole where we can dump all stuff which want to get rid off. Waste will regenerate again but we need a space to dump itta intervals&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/6513210160223112498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/6513210160223112498?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6513210160223112498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/6513210160223112498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2018/11/dumping-ground.html' title='Dumping ground'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-7932953887168831060</id><published>2018-10-03T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-03T19:52:50.867-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics"/><title type='text'>Petrol story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&amp;#3335;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3378;&amp;#3398; &amp;#3370;&amp;#3398;&amp;#3359;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3376;&amp;#3403;&amp;#3454; &amp;#3333;&amp;#3359;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3349;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3349;&amp;#3390;&amp;#3451; &amp;#3349;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3377;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3370;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3370;&amp;#3403;&amp;#3378;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3377;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3377;&amp;#3377;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405; 88 &amp;#3376;&amp;#3394;&amp;#3370;. &amp;#3335;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3364;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3375;- &amp;#3381;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3451;&amp;#3361;&amp;#3392;&amp;#3384;&amp;#3405; &amp;#3370;&amp;#3376;&amp;#3374;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3370;&amp;#3376;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3453; &amp;#3384;&amp;#3398;&amp;#3358;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3354;&amp;#3393;&amp;#3377;&amp;#3391; &amp;#3364;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3349;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3349;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3349;&amp;#3390;&amp;#3451; &amp;#3384;&amp;#3390;&amp;#3367;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3364; &amp;#3337;&amp;#3363;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3359;&amp;#3405;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Then out of nowhere senior students barged into our class and beat up a batchmate (that asshole is an IAS officer today). I volunteered to be a witness at the police station. It was the first time I was seeing the insides of a police station.&lt;br&gt;
Looking back it was a turning point for me. New friends, politics, ideology. Things did a 270 degree turn after a couple of years but the memory still remains. &lt;br&gt;
Needless to say after graduation all the rival gangs compromised the case on realization that survival matters more than the politics.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;A few days ago I visited a local pub alone. My regular drinking buddy was touring Europe with his wife and I was missing my vodka. The stench of the place is unbearable but you get adjusted in minutes.&lt;br&gt;
After the drinks I was riding my scooter home when I saw police on the curve I was stopped and asked to breathe out and was caught.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I sat morosely at the station as the in-charge asked me to call up a friend as I realized to my horror that I had none.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Guys as a word of advise take pains to cultivate friends. We easily tend to recline into a self-coccoon. But over the years we will not realize all the good times you would have missed .&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/1829205626088502839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/1829205626088502839?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/1829205626088502839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/1829205626088502839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2018/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-5208419280600065748</id><published>2018-07-25T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-07-25T20:03:22.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>കൊലക്കയർ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&amp;#3335;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405; &amp;#3356;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3394;&amp;#3384;&amp;#3405; &amp;#3349;&amp;#3359;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3453; &amp;#3370;&amp;#3364;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3376;&amp;#3330; &amp;#3381;&amp;#3390;&amp;#3375;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3354;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3354;&amp;#3391;&amp;#3376;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3370;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3370;&amp;#3403; &amp;#3384;&amp;#3393;&amp;#3385;&amp;#3395;&amp;#3364;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3364;&amp;#3390;&amp;#3375; &amp;#3370;&amp;#3403;&amp;#3378;&amp;#3392;&amp;#3384;&amp;#3405; &amp;#3381;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3405;&amp;#3368;&amp;#3393;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;He came from a rural rustic backdrop of Bihar. Someone i have never seen growing up.&lt;br&gt;
He ate most cost effective food, wore the most cost effective dress and travelled the cost effective way in the hope of saving enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;As luck would have it, he got into a niche technology, worked hard studying it and moved on. I joined what is called the largest bank and took a different turn altogether.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;As I was saying his mellow heart cried when he thought others were earning better.&lt;br&gt;
So he pinged me after years and wanted a treat from me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I asked him where is he at this odd hour&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&#39;USA&#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&#39;Thank God, i can&#39;t give you a treat&#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;As I listened to his reasons on why I was considered to be luckier i was picturising all the &#39;right&#39; turns i missed&lt;/p&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/8422814065014244913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/8422814065014244913?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8422814065014244913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/8422814065014244913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2018/06/irreverent.html' title='Irreverent'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229687483886355558.post-2727557054019815826</id><published>2017-10-01T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-10-01T17:31:20.867-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexuality"/><title type='text'>Stories from the cockpit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Have you heard of girls speaking disgustedly about guys who do public exhibitionism. Ah well I am one who doesn&#39;t do it in public but have done a few in private.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp; derive considerable pleasure talking sex or remotely sexual topic online. Thanks to the deluge of social media, I have never been starved off the pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Many of my office colleagues and friends have been subject to my weird engagement. I have lost count, but quite a handful have seen my little guy in different stages of erection. Some have outright blocked me, some have threatened and some just curious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I am writing this because I haven&#39;t posted anything stupid in a while. A few weeks ago I found this wonderful person in Twitter. I tried many things to heckle her off and sometime ago (although unintended) she had to see my little guy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The poor thing might not have seen anything uglier in life and I thought she might have said fuck off. But no being the wonderful person she&#39;s, she still speaks to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;All I want to say is , it&#39;s quite lucky to land up with a great friend&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/feeds/2727557054019815826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8229687483886355558/2727557054019815826?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2727557054019815826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8229687483886355558/posts/default/2727557054019815826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkjon.blogspot.com/2017/10/stories-from-cockpit.html' title='Stories from the cockpit'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02353132118227776294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_y4nWm0npaf5njUbq1NJx_uidNkzs-mQ737ZmZXKwSBlFtHrA_iHQ-OefPzCIogUdCAKPiG0BFyaVcOxwvbdCCgNaJPd67A95pL9WI1LxU6OVQ_0rAMpyJDyjidtNw/s220/262932_107453879354536_100002697742782_35329_5144574_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>