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Some dreams about a few I knew haunt me.  Some are dead, some alive. Some in a trance, some in a deep despair and some like in the dream I dreamt the other day about an elderly- good- woman-friend of him. She was naked and looked pale like a pearly white ghost. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/-UMPnvPJMn8/few-deaths.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/-UMPnvPJMn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-deaths.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-2221857648505192152</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T14:18:31.086+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Letters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>A letter you will never read</title><atom:summary>I lay here on the sofa in my drawing room awake to the sense of being alive in the thoughts of my dead mother. There are times, when I wished she was here with me in this very home where we loved to hate each other and lived a life of lies. 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Everybody else falls somewhere between these extremes. 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I'm just desperate enough now to write something here!!! because, i was absent/missing here for the last say three months. its long ever that I'd been away, except for reading a few posts, well I was quite off the hook, and now i'm back here in Hyd as a research scholar, re-searching my way... well guys,, keep tuned. catch ya all soon... Love to my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/QRrqm4SyJLc/yeah.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/QRrqm4SyJLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-7302343229952048010</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T00:45:30.581+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>Alive n Kicking</title><atom:summary>yeah! For the one who craved for holiday n travel... had been roaming like a God-forsaken soul.... Had a fantastic trip in God's own country... Next post... The Monsoon Holiday ... first post with pics.. soon on the go...In a major Holiday-hang-over  Went to coimbatore... My college n old times.....Met Amazwi, Blogger Vignesh..... More on that .. soonOops! Off to hyderabad tomorrow, Got an </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/4tolb_l1OTs/alive-n-kicking.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6r_zGhTzPw4/Sk0F0tyJzkI/AAAAAAAAAms/xVI_up6XKwA/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/4tolb_l1OTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/07/alive-n-kicking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-6336122140175845693</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T17:13:04.111+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Reluctant Journalist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media Quill</category><title>Oops!!! The Hypocrite Tamil</title><atom:summary>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;It is long time that I wrote something politically or a thoroughly opinionated write-up, though there are many to talk, there are a few that have been badly bothering me for a long while, especially the unwanted turmoil of LTTE issue in Tamil Nadu. Hey that is and that had been my take. How stupid is it on the part of the politicians of TN to make the people believe </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/Kin7dflsi54/oops-hypocrite-tamil.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6r_zGhTzPw4/Si5KXhPsiZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/L7Uj_lGGkno/s72-c/ttp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/Kin7dflsi54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops-hypocrite-tamil.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-1631365270415111078</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T17:56:57.956+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People and life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memoirs</category><title>Of Writing, Li(v)es, Statement of Purposes</title><atom:summary>Well, this is indeed a tricky part of admissions to any course, which I am in absolute love with, to write and write. At times what is expected is a profile or simple write-up of why one needs the course in the concerned institute, or how we see ourselves after the course. I don’t want to sound too technical or too much of a know-it-all or teach here, How to write a purposeful Statement of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/rZGyWfmt2EQ/of-writing-lives-statement-of-purposes.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/rZGyWfmt2EQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-writing-lives-statement-of-purposes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-2783677272990622213</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T06:10:27.947+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irony of life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>Then! What if; then, what?</title><atom:summary>There are certain questions, one should refrain from asking, especially when you happen to travel with someone who calls and considers him/her self a writer.“What kind of a writer are you?”Well. I never had a clue, all other times; it was either a warm or an I-don’t-encourage-such-questions smile. But that day, to the most unfortunate despair of the interrogator, I had this answer, spontaneously </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/lkNM-sRvnfU/then-what-if-then-what.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/lkNM-sRvnfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/05/then-what-if-then-what.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-8557959076574859438</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 11:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T16:56:11.953+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People and life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memoirs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magic Of life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life's like that</category><title>For the Love of...</title><atom:summary>I don’t have a clue, when I fell in love, my first memory of my love dates back to my six or seven years of age, when I first saw my parent’s wedding album. I regretted being not there and determinedly decided that I would sure want my kids to witness my wedding. Brings a stupid smile now.  But, Why not???Well coming back to the wedding album, It was the pictures that I loved the most, The coarse</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/Rjl4k8-XgD4/for-love-of.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/Rjl4k8-XgD4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-love-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-8117859437153486950</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 08:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T14:32:25.580+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>My evading musings</title><atom:summary>Curse the good god, (if there is any). What’s happening with my musings? It is like; I had been ditched by muse. Ages since I had immersed in thoughts, No I don’t count my exam days. They are far worse, but best when it comes to exercise my mind. For I imagine a lot, when I write exams. Probably you have, when you have no clue about what’s been asked in the question paper. Half my answers are </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/PBcMH_Pdlqo/my-evading-musings.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/PBcMH_Pdlqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-evading-musings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-4581948065787162818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-04T13:00:56.688+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Campus Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>Life @ Now.</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;Exams got over on 25th.. And I had been blissfully awake all night till 30th working on my Research Proposal.Well had total fun, boozing after a short-while. I started boozing in late march and still looking forward for a last booze in the campus.It is odd, staying put in a place and watching people leave, people who I met here and people who mattered to me more in </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/cfAdM5h4vZ0/life-now.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/cfAdM5h4vZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-now.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-8989407283964765797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T14:55:21.340+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hmmm...</category><title>soulfully yours</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;Life is right happening here, all I did was, lived it a moment, a minute, an hour , a day. And Just the same overwhelming me. Well, before anything goes amiss and I miss anything. Sorry, That I couldn't catch up with many of the blogs. Really sorry for that. Just caught up here. Exams gonna start from tomorrow. And fine after that, I have no clue. except that there is</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/mCJz8HtVViU/soulfully-yours.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/mCJz8HtVViU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/04/soulfully-yours.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-8373447313355972851</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T02:49:41.008+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><title /><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;led by the uncertainties, drifted by currents of life, floating in the dreams of tormented love,  searching for liberty, sheltered in a refuge- turned prison, wings stopping, from roaring to heights.and then the blinded seeker finds his soul chained to Freedom.addthis_pub = 'barathwillbe';addthis_pub = 'barathwillbe';&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON END --&gt;</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/oBD0cGgvUdI/drifted-by-currents-of-life-floating-in.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/oBD0cGgvUdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/03/drifted-by-currents-of-life-floating-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-795112963393703967</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T11:53:30.556+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Campus Life</category><title>And then i wrote....</title><atom:summary>It was quite a week, idling away from life, giving much a thought on the unruined days of  the future was me,  a life to live, and a life-time of memories cherished. Walking back from the lake with a friend, hand in hand, totally drenched, listening to the whispering winds, under an unusually dark sky , kicks our feelings of the gone days. The waft of the wet earth in the breeze announces the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/gkQLPut7WxY/and-then-i-wrote.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/gkQLPut7WxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-then-i-wrote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-4594678726855495871</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T17:54:32.340+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heart-speak</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurd writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hmmm...</category><title>The most private fears of a writer</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;It is just that life takes you;  takes on you at times that you feel washed down, flushed out and left drowned in  the dumps. When you’re the seeker, a go-getter in life, all it needs is the  right kind of righteous re-assurance to reclaim life. And the most beautiful  thing about it is its availability, right next to you. Only if you’re willing  enough to open up and</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/IG1chhF2ii0/most-private-fears-of-writer.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/IG1chhF2ii0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-private-fears-of-writer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-5420384760509245000</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-24T17:41:30.686+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People and life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>A new beginning</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;My Sixth day of staying at home. I felt different, for all other times, I had been home. It was just the company of three dogs, a few dozen books, my Ghazal collection, a few friends hanging by home and the otherly men stuff. This time it was all different. Dad called me up, before I left to home. This was our conversation.Me: Hello dad,Him: yup febi, how are you?Me: </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/1rsFo7whq2Q/new-beginning.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/1rsFo7whq2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-beginning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-8746200677349935133</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-21T19:55:15.169+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heart-speak</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><title>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt; Just a casual conversation with a brother and a good friend Raku started me with this thought which I had been confronted with eternally, but avoided it at every contemplation i had possibly. And the precise moment when all thoughts will come tumbling down, is actually when you're down in the dumps.... Not that every day, you happen to have a talk that leads you to a</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/cIVLo-CUQqo/friends.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/cIVLo-CUQqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-4187386947491070706</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T21:02:57.572+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurd writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life's like that</category><title>The orphaned life</title><atom:summary>Life makes everyone an orphan. The more a person tries to relate, the more he orphans himself. No one can orphan anyone because it is just an opinion. A considered opinion. It is obviously an individual’s choice of being belonged. Even when blessed with a beautiful family and many special people, we, at times can’t help our self feeling like one. Things are fine as long as it is a feeling. Just a</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/YVHZsrLBac8/recycled-post-5-orphaned-life_16.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/YVHZsrLBac8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/02/recycled-post-5-orphaned-life_16.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-4366307158477822268</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T21:29:45.282+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Reluctant Journalist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Social lens</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media Quill</category><title>What else happens? what else can happen?</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;Violence is worst, when it is mindless, but recent incidents of violence triggers a thought. Does Violence has a mind of its own? Today, violence has been either institutionalized mainly in the name of upholding certain stupidly stupid values, or a means for moral and cultural policing, or through thoroughly political insipid ideologies, there are so many -Tvas for </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/5gZVh9tiqq4/what-else-happens-what-else-can-happen.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/5gZVh9tiqq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-else-happens-what-else-can-happen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-9043342079291880892</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T14:35:52.051+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People and life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dedication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lessons from life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Campus Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magic Of life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memoirs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>The God of small things</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;No!!! This is not a review of the book, or Am not gonna talk about anything related to the book, There is always a coming back for everything on earth and for everyone... And So for me, for someone who didn't write anything for ages, It is something little that does the wonder in life,For I believe that little things matter the most in life.. THE MOST... And I greatly</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/KMGYrHurcqg/god-of-small-things.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/KMGYrHurcqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-of-small-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-1867116665795980584</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T19:55:33.631+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attempted Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurd writing</category><title>What's my problem, dude!!!</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;I've been this way. My mind feels as if it has been through a roller coaster-ride. I don't know why, I keep getting all this weird feelings. May be mixed feelings. I feel as if a big tragedy is going to befall me, am going to lose that-very-special-someone. Sometimes, I feel strangely-stupid. Being stupid is okay for a person like me, but this is strange. At times, I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/Ww0bekdn8Mg/whats-my-problem-dude.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/Ww0bekdn8Mg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-my-problem-dude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-1830938156260988185</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T11:13:29.115+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Attempted Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">absurd writing</category><title>The Blessed Sleep. The Blessed, sleep!!!</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;Wish you a very Happy and a prosperous new year 2009I knew that today should be a celebrated day in my life as I managed to get up as early as ten ‘o’ clock in the morning. I knew that I can still make it to my work, though I’m expected to report by 10. I never knew that I can be punctual. At last my three months of time management classes bore the fruits of hard work</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/Ld_drbfn6bI/blessed-sleep-blessed-sleep.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/Ld_drbfn6bI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessed-sleep-blessed-sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-6893031543917741934</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T11:33:08.683+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Potter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Just a Ramble</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hmmm...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>A few thousand words...</title><atom:summary>&lt;!-- ADDTHIS BUTTON BEGIN --&gt;Wish you a Merry christmas. May the season of Hope and love bring abundant joy in life. Fingers crossed in prayers...  It's Christmas...Remembering all those days, right from school days, when I used to get gifts every christmas in the school, chocolates, cakes and a Gift, then a movie. Those days when we used to go for christmas carols, sleeping halfway through that,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/Xk96ktdPpm8/few-thousand-words.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/Xk96ktdPpm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-thousand-words.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-3760864464801434533</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T15:12:41.428+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tags</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memoirs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Days</category><title>And let me know, what you think???</title><atom:summary>This is going to be a promise that I am promising you and my blog, that i would be away till my exam is  over, (but will check out other blogs) And I found this in The solitary writer's blog. Thought that it would be interesting and would keep my blog engaged for a while..Have fun guys.... so I can be happily away for a while.. of course trying to prepare mysef to prepare for my exam.  Just </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/qHGlZtnKxeY/let-me-know-what-do-you-think.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/qHGlZtnKxeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-know-what-do-you-think.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063001084258111824.post-6682678704173685987</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-20T16:51:57.099+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People and life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Awards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memoirs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magic Of life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Its raining in my mirage</title><atom:summary>It was a great surprise to know that I was awarded by Ani It was a great feeling to be awarded by famous bloggers and also someone lovely like Ani. Thanks a ton Ani buddy!!!! and also for her kind words of love and comfort. And I would like to award this blog to the following lovely bloggers.1) Prachi didi2) Aneesha didi3) Uma akka4) Vishnu priya5) Archana6) Nikhil7) Abbyyy8) Sonu9) Rakesh 10) </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~3/aJwd_tYY0RE/its-raining-in-my-mirage.html</link><author>barathwillbe@gmail.com (The Seeker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6r_zGhTzPw4/SUjSnZXtovI/AAAAAAAAAaU/J3HnGJGvamw/s72-c/lovely+blogger_edited.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/barumuses/~4/aJwd_tYY0RE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-raining-in-my-mirage.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
