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/><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/FbqWL" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/fbqwl" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHQ38yfyp7ImA9WhdaEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-6276331115942103951</id><published>2011-10-19T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:48:52.197+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T11:48:52.197+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Checklists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><title>Reflecting to progress</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/6276331115942103951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflecting-to-progress.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/6276331115942103951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/6276331115942103951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/X5NNUdncFxw/reflecting-to-progress.html" title="Reflecting to progress" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ever since Steve Jobs died, we've seen a plethora of Steve Jobs related 'iStatuses'. He was a great man and what he'd accomplished is by no means short of legendary. But I think a lot of people have been posting all these due to it being the talk of the town :/ How stereotypical.

Never mind, this post isn't about Late Mr. Jobs.

On a personal note, I'd like to talk about a perspective. It might 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TeDK-XEdGp49nIWoa_H0h4v4360/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TeDK-XEdGp49nIWoa_H0h4v4360/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/X5NNUdncFxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflecting-to-progress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQnw5cSp7ImA9WhdUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-1069531484258983451</id><published>2011-09-30T01:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:28:33.229+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T01:28:33.229+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><title>Erratic</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/1069531484258983451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/09/erratic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/1069531484258983451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/1069531484258983451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/91ueyunvBDQ/erratic.html" title="Erratic" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was pondering over my over-stretched inactivity on my blog. Its really been a very long time with absolutely no valid reason to back it up. 
Internet connectivity hasn't been a problem, neither was the lack of time .I could certainly not blame my creativity. It's  weird to even say that I had nothing to write about in such a long time. In fact I feel had so much to write about. But I'm a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZOdrqP7nO29A4glBhdtPf90h1n4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZOdrqP7nO29A4glBhdtPf90h1n4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/91ueyunvBDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/09/erratic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FR385fSp7ImA9WhdVEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-1016005824640630956</id><published>2011-09-15T17:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:01:56.125+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-15T18:01:56.125+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bangalore" /><title>First week in Bengaluru</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/1016005824640630956/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-week-in-bengaluru.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/1016005824640630956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/1016005824640630956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/4VpjFm8yb3I/first-week-in-bengaluru.html" title="First week in Bengaluru" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is an expensive city. Accommodation and transport can be fairly expensive here. However, I love the climate here. Afternoons  can be very sunny, but the rest of the day experiences a cool and breezy weather. The BMTC bus service is really good and well-connected. One can get bus passes on a daily/monthly basis and fares are very reasonable. The buses are well-maintained and service is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/606kscQ6wqZlFf8DjsQUa-zadbg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/606kscQ6wqZlFf8DjsQUa-zadbg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/4VpjFm8yb3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-week-in-bengaluru.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQn8zfCp7ImA9WxJXFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-7320744768097615892</id><published>2009-06-11T10:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:29:13.184+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T10:29:13.184+05:30</app:edited><title>Lists !</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/7320744768097615892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2009/06/lists.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7320744768097615892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7320744768097615892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/2WZRZdnQWXU/lists.html" title="Lists !" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is a checklist that I made way back in 2007 for the month of May. I was quite a Technology enthusiast back then. But I could hardly learn up as much as I would've wanted during that period.Here's the same list again, grouped under the ones I could do, and those that are still untouchedCould do :Blender (a hell lot more to learn and achieve)GIMP (quite a lot learn and practise)Blogging (
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/orQLaxEZBQ4DephJ5r0MjHLWNns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/orQLaxEZBQ4DephJ5r0MjHLWNns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/4cDgsRws_Mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-not-my-pet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AEQn86cCp7ImA9WxZVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-5934564850222307556</id><published>2008-03-31T09:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:31:43.118+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-31T10:31:43.118+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myself" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teenage" /><title>Nineteen</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/5934564850222307556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/nineteen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/5934564850222307556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/5934564850222307556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/pVWctCKhBOQ/nineteen.html" title="Nineteen" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had my birthday recently. Yes, on the 7th of March. I turned Nineteen. Subsequently, I realised that I would be Twenty, the next year, signaling the end of my teenage. Not a bad thing. Or maybe it is ? Most would miss their teenage. I certainly would. But, why so ? I found a nice little link when I was searching for online opinion of people regarding this end of teenage era. Its a small article
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h2PK9xEuKjs2tFwQVHYLNHGW3s4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h2PK9xEuKjs2tFwQVHYLNHGW3s4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/pVWctCKhBOQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/nineteen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUADRHc4cSp7ImA9WxZVF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-131491244858867617</id><published>2008-03-29T11:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:32:55.939+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-29T13:32:55.939+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myself" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kolkata" /><title>My Life in Kolkata</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/131491244858867617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-in-kolkata.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/131491244858867617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/131491244858867617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/VWsKj-akzQQ/my-life-in-kolkata.html" title="My Life in Kolkata" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Seven Months have passed. The Eight is under way.Its been exactly the mentioned time span since I entered college and have been living in a hostel. I live in a Metro. I live in Kolkata. The life is just so different given that you are your own guardian now. While its been tough at times, time has also strengthened me mentally. Its also slimmed me somewhat. Now that, would be attributed to the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dpls5HVUgg_kE8v74g7-VR0XdMA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dpls5HVUgg_kE8v74g7-VR0XdMA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/VWsKj-akzQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-in-kolkata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSX0_cSp7ImA9WxZWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-4167259248683130729</id><published>2008-03-11T14:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:19:18.349+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-11T14:19:18.349+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><title>No. I'm not Dead.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/4167259248683130729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-im-not-dead.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/4167259248683130729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/4167259248683130729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/Q4OKKjvRfiE/no-im-not-dead.html" title="No. I'm not Dead." /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is to notify all who are concerned, that my inactivity over the past few months doesn't necessarily mean that I'm dead.I'm just disconnected.I'll be back shortly, have few thoughts nurturing already... :)
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o38yADXVgBCf2j_iOJzT_v3iO50/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o38yADXVgBCf2j_iOJzT_v3iO50/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/Q4OKKjvRfiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-im-not-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMQ309fip7ImA9WB9WF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-7042230233438620830</id><published>2007-11-22T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:26:22.366+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-22T14:26:22.366+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HITK" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet" /><title>First day at an Internet Center</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/7042230233438620830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-50th-blogpost-yay.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7042230233438620830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7042230233438620830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/v711t2RO3ZU/my-50th-blogpost-yay.html" title="First day at an Internet Center" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've been thinking of posting this since a very long time. My first entry to my most visited section of the college - The Internet Kiosk.Having become a net-addict by the end of our competitive exams, I would very often be seen hooked on to Orkutting, Chatting, Forumming and Googling... Then came 22th July and I had to part off with my Internet connection. 10 days passed. *sigh* Really long they 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9wdxGRs4temAeWa7CpZ6uay4yCY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9wdxGRs4temAeWa7CpZ6uay4yCY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/ZjcWtNf_-R8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-bandhs-and-engg-graphics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCSHw5eCp7ImA9WB9XFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-7316378743590301382</id><published>2007-11-08T11:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:27:49.220+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-08T11:27:49.220+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HITK" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freshers" /><title>Nascent 2007</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/7316378743590301382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/11/nascent-2007.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7316378743590301382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/7316378743590301382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/3keBtp1VkPk/nascent-2007.html" title="Nascent 2007" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">That..... was our freshers. It was organised on 3rd Nov and we really had a a blast. We had 3 separate band performances within the college and they performed a couple of songs by Pantera, Nirvana, IM and a few more. Guitarists and the drummers literally rocked the Auditorium.... Yeah, we also had some really ...really sexy dances being performed by some seniors and some hip-hop fusion dance 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ok2uBfbnM0rILvG19PmFRHxi4U8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ok2uBfbnM0rILvG19PmFRHxi4U8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/GN2CwowOQ8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/09/window-on-left.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMRHY7eSp7ImA9WB5QEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-2139611265190716847</id><published>2007-07-01T07:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:49:45.801+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-01T07:49:45.801+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Time Pass" /><title>Do you strafe-jump in Open Arena ?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/2139611265190716847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-strafe-jump-in-open-arena.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/2139611265190716847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/2139611265190716847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/yK2_gaa25PY/do-you-strafe-jump-in-open-arena.html" title="Do you strafe-jump in Open Arena ?" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I've been playing a FOSS Quake 3 Arena(Q3A) clone , Open Arena , which I asked a great friend to download for me(its a measly 76 mB binary) . When I fired it, I was amazed to see that it had the exact look and feel of Q3A! You know what, there's a pre-installed mod called Quake 3 Arena Mod in it which might be responsible for the similar menu and HUD. A lot of levels look the same and the guns 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glmOcbIfXFUU33F4lrs02ILqv9I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glmOcbIfXFUU33F4lrs02ILqv9I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/EoTyT2-ih-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/strangers-i-knowmaybe-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FSX4_fip7ImA9WB5SE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-2555474634366530409</id><published>2007-06-08T07:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:21:58.046+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-09T07:21:58.046+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Artwork" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sketches" /><title>The Eyes That Seek...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/2555474634366530409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/eyes-that-seek.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/2555474634366530409?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/2555474634366530409?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/UozA-jxazl4/eyes-that-seek.html" title="The Eyes That Seek..." /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I got down to pencil sketching again, after a long interval of more than 2 years. I was all bored when I noticed the cover of the book 'Ignited Minds' By Prez A.P.J. Abdul Kalam . The eyes in the cover had an innocence and a hint of naughtiness. The eyes searched  for freedom and progress. The eyes were of a child who was happy but was yet to face the world.I skeched those eyes. It might not be 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TyeOD8iuL5vWs6Oqxmyt8EGlUqQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TyeOD8iuL5vWs6Oqxmyt8EGlUqQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/UozA-jxazl4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/eyes-that-seek.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQHc7eip7ImA9WB5SEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-848704514525044588</id><published>2007-06-06T11:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:35:41.902+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-06T11:35:41.902+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confessions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Notices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Results" /><title>WBJEE 2007</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/848704514525044588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/wbjee-2007.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/848704514525044588?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/848704514525044588?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/-3YL-uAaoUM/wbjee-2007.html" title="WBJEE 2007" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Well ,well, well.The results are out and here I am with a dismal rank :( I secured 1432 in the WBJEE 2007 . I don't really know what caused such a poor rank. Whatever it may be, I regret my effort. I'll have counselling on 5th of July 2007 and probably will get some college. All the details regarding the counseling have been put up on www.csc-et.org  .The closing ranks of last year suggest that I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2TjEw_OUuKaAnKIc3QYlnoD6WyA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2TjEw_OUuKaAnKIc3QYlnoD6WyA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/-3YL-uAaoUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/wbjee-2007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCRHk9fyp7ImA9WB5SEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-613781520960505826</id><published>2007-06-06T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:32:45.767+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-07T08:32:45.767+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Checklists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Time Pass" /><title>Its notpron !</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/613781520960505826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-notpron.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/613781520960505826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/613781520960505826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/nV01Yn42ReA/its-notpron.html" title="Its notpron !" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I came across this really interesting online puzzle . Its called notpron.This puzzle ain't a point-and-click puzzle and you'll have to use you brain, sometimes literally. Go ahead, play it. But make sure that you don't cheat or look for spoilers. That'd make you regret having done so .Also, make sure that you have time to waste and an internet connection to spare. Its just HTML. So don't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h4ctwWRwKxvWht3nY4FVUomzo2E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h4ctwWRwKxvWht3nY4FVUomzo2E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~4/nV01Yn42ReA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-notpron.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQX49fip7ImA9WB5SEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380375489436990520.post-5106191584780188214</id><published>2007-06-05T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:14:40.066+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-05T22:14:40.066+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Artwork" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blender" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Achievements" /><title>Thats My Phone! ---&gt; A Blender WIP~</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/feeds/5106191584780188214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://vatsuak.blogspot.com/2007/06/thats-my-phone-blender-wip.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/5106191584780188214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2380375489436990520/posts/default/5106191584780188214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FbqWL/~3/FwLBiMi8AD0/thats-my-phone-blender-wip.html" title="Thats My Phone! ---&gt; A Blender WIP~" /><author><name>Kaustav Acharya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00635452009549435033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFLxlD6oYKM/Si5_mEAowQI/AAAAAAAAACU/P5CnGEL0SII/S220/avatar2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Was just pondering about doing a mechanical model. So, thought of modelling my phone. I was initially confused as to what technique I should apply while modelling.( I didn't use any reference photos. Modelled it while the phone was kept in front of me)First, I thought that I'd model it as a single continuous mesh using poly-by-poly. That didn't work out well as there were a lot of edge loops and 
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