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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFQng7fyp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:01:53.607+05:30</updated><category term="Freakin-Fun" /><category term="Personales" /><category term="Technical" /><category term="Space" /><category term="Remembrance" /><category term="Realisation" /><category term="Embarking" /><category term="Individuality" /><category term="Doors of confusion" /><category term="Random pieces" /><category term="Memories" /><category term="college" /><category term="Google" /><category term="Movie" /><category term="Advice" /><category term="Placement" /><title>■□▪▫ Ỗяĝǔļľџ ▫▪□■</title><subtitle type="html">My brain needs a fullspot.
My pride needs a rest.
Welcome to My daily pensive.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</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/QzZr" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qzzr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQHozfCp7ImA9WxBWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-5609033834580361919</id><published>2010-02-05T12:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:44:21.484+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-05T12:44:21.484+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personales" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random pieces" /><title>Another dialer dead!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/5609033834580361919/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-dialer-dead.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/5609033834580361919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/5609033834580361919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/Di9b4phZFmQ/another-dialer-dead.html" title="Another dialer dead!!!" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Is somebody random calling you and disturbing you??He doesn't stop how so ever you scream-yell-scold???Are you fed up??Are you scared??Do you pray that he doesn't call today??
Then you need to read this....Well, for my achievement status, here is what you need to know..this is not the first who stopped calling just after  hearing the golden words  .Me:Hello....Caller: Hello..madam ji...Me: Whom 
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Sixth semester and no placement. Seventh none.Eighth did hear some bells.The news was not easy to keep to one  ....
 I remember reading those Infy  strips in 
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Just a random thought and a random piece of writing. 
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What was more impressive was even when you are in editing mode…busy in writing and writing still you can see what the other has to say. You don’t have to shift between the modes and see oops…the writer on other end has moved on. 

Moreover I liked the idea of 
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Wave 1: A wave of acceptance, for its users

Wave 2: A wave of enrichment, for its eager developers

Wave 3:  A wave of new direction, to existing ways

Wave 4: A wave of proud, to its team

Google Wave was unveiled with words of Vice-President Engineering on day 2 of Google IO, marked specially as a surprise from Google and an unbelievable product. In his terms Google wave is “a personal 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YC79vQ-p6IEtr0zuGRaQMpPmfYY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YC79vQ-p6IEtr0zuGRaQMpPmfYY/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/QzZr/~4/egK7L6k6HG8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/11/recession-is-boon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHQHo4eCp7ImA9WxNXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-8819029275482434256</id><published>2009-10-05T18:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:02:11.430+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T19:02:11.430+05:30</app:edited><title>Flashback</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/8819029275482434256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashback.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8819029275482434256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8819029275482434256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/9lGk2Vx8LAw/flashback.html" title="Flashback" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The first thing that flashes in my mind is 'I missed u blogger!!!'. I haven't been in hiding for the last month...it was just the world was hidden in me. Work, examz, college n its habits, engineers day n its lively celebrations, my event for the tech-day and then of course movies :) took a toll of me.But what I remember most of all are the moments spend with my family and moments spend for them,
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YOzDovNn6Rjqi2YShlAuSsXdi-4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YOzDovNn6Rjqi2YShlAuSsXdi-4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~4/9lGk2Vx8LAw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/10/flashback.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQ30zeSp7ImA9WxNTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-5095286209292143910</id><published>2009-08-17T15:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:19:42.381+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T22:19:42.381+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freakin-Fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie" /><title>Another day..Another ride</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/5095286209292143910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-dayanother-ride.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/5095286209292143910?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/5095286209292143910?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/UrBd5_N0CF0/another-dayanother-ride.html" title="Another day..Another ride" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SokodkodcsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/t1aUIa5W7Fs/s72-c/one.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Kaminey, bowled!!!!!As I start wondering about how to not spend my other very precious holiday sitting on my dear comfi bed with my dear love-my lappi. This is what i can do any day.  So, as we prepare for the night poja of my beloved festival of Janmashtmi, I start hovering for next day. After so many options, and so many in-s and out-s..like I have so many options? WE(Whatever)… I decide to hit
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fgFYLWQ8iYzQm9L3O10xifn-VTs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fgFYLWQ8iYzQm9L3O10xifn-VTs/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/QzZr/~4/g7THW3eM3SQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRnk_cSp7ImA9WxJaEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-3329396905397968559</id><published>2009-07-31T20:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:07:37.749+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-31T21:07:37.749+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Remembrance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advice" /><title>Running for your love….</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/3329396905397968559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-for-your-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/3329396905397968559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/3329396905397968559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/hRn1Mf3q9rY/running-for-your-love.html" title="Running for your love…." /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My first love was immense and critical. It gave me a direction to find my path. The first glance…. I know the story is goanna go a whole long way. The mysterious attitude, he had while he was sitting down in our school lab had a reflective attitude embed in me.   My great intuition told me…yes, this is it. Go, and grab it!!!  And oops…yes I did J  I remember the great moments with him. The nite 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lEfId7RdO86K53x70KTay8GR0y0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lEfId7RdO86K53x70KTay8GR0y0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~4/hRn1Mf3q9rY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-for-your-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAEQ34yfCp7ImA9WxJbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-8419959817353194847</id><published>2009-07-30T23:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:45:02.094+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T23:45:02.094+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories" /><title>Creativity does attract me!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/8419959817353194847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/07/creativity-does-attract-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8419959817353194847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8419959817353194847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/2aAGBbLv8nw/creativity-does-attract-me.html" title="Creativity does attract me!!" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SnHhQnRgfGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Fvk_HiFGy24/s72-c/snap.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well, even before I could have 100 clicks on my ‘pagina’...i jumped from wordpress to blogger. I really love wordpress but i really love blogger too.  The smart and ethical wordpress is a good choice. The protective feature, the serene theme I chose, the simplicity with power..... am goanna miss wordpress :( .  Ever since I saw a blog on wordpress I wanted mine on it. But I am right now credit 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjfIUmguusT3ge0HMvc2rVKnPXw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JjfIUmguusT3ge0HMvc2rVKnPXw/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/QzZr/~4/7JgP_GFQk2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-tracking-yourself-4-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BQH8_fCp7ImA9WxJaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-2993240754900340319</id><published>2009-07-19T00:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:47:31.144+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T11:47:31.144+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doors of confusion" /><title>Finding which road is mine...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/2993240754900340319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-which-road-is-mine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/2993240754900340319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/2993240754900340319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/CLLNps2TF8M/finding-which-road-is-mine.html" title="Finding which road is mine..." /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">After listening to Raja Hasan's new song 'yar mila de re', my heart was filled with an elated feeling of being a princess waiting for my prince. As I stroll, in red and black sevillana dress, my curled locks stride across my face hiding the eyes that have hidden sadness, but still carry the gleam of his return. The air smells of him. The rustle of leaves tell me, that he is coming, riding a horse
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vOmIGtbKrUSlao3SFwe9rC9-iDA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vOmIGtbKrUSlao3SFwe9rC9-iDA/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/QzZr/~4/SFJFdXSQXfY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/05/stepping-to-next-level-or-glidding-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQHYyeSp7ImA9WxJbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4831199383623401307.post-8166689839136990658</id><published>2009-04-19T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:21:11.891+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T18:21:11.891+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personales" /><title>Reality</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/feeds/8166689839136990658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://gkirori.blogspot.com/2009/04/reality.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8166689839136990658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4831199383623401307/posts/default/8166689839136990658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QzZr/~3/1Q9xXU8vAHo/reality.html" title="Reality" /><author><name>Garima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07731771741290889093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcf8WAa1zu0/SxOq9TC6lvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2483-j5VVec/S220/Image021.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I remember my father's saying "dear, this not reality" when i used to go on watching television for hours or go on and on listening to the music. It bugged me. Irritated me. Short my temper high. My immediate reaction was to shut it down and head towards my room with heavy steps.But for in the world i didn't realize that it could have a deeper meaning for me. What he meant was, do something that 
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