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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;Dk4MRH86cCp7ImA9WhRWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082</id><updated>2012-01-07T22:19:45.118+05:30</updated><category term="Writing" /><category term="music" /><category term="Anger" /><category term="Anguish" /><category term="Fiction" /><category term="philosophy" /><category term="Humour" /><category term="friends" /><title>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</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/dtlQ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/dtlq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/" /><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /><meta xmlns="http://pipes.yahoo.com" name="pipes" content="noprocess" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/dtlQ</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CQHc4eyp7ImA9WhRXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-8872728060727609100</id><published>2011-12-19T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:19:21.933+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T23:19:21.933+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title>An Episode in Life</title><summary type="html">


Dr. Rudra picked
up his phone. Amidst
his continuous flow of
patients, he suddenly
remembered to make
the call. He is
a very busy man
with little time for
triviality. He sees
close to hundred patients
during his evening session
alone; what can be
termed as his rush
hour. He called up Sunita and
when she answered, he
said-' Hello. Dr.Rudra here.'




'Hello... How are
you doing?'



'Good good'&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/AWEyWJU_o8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/8872728060727609100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2011/12/episode-in-life.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/8872728060727609100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/8872728060727609100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/AWEyWJU_o8k/episode-in-life.html" title="An Episode in Life" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><georss:featurename>Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>17.385044 78.486671</georss:point><georss:box>17.142593 78.17081400000001 17.627495 78.802528</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2011/12/episode-in-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACSX4-fyp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-6488584044894566514</id><published>2010-11-30T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:56:08.057+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T15:56:08.057+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anguish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Casualty friendship</title><summary type="html">

My dear friend Ananya, once posted in her facebook status-'It is easy to pretend death. Switch off your mobile and stop coming online, people will start asking whether your are alive or dead!!!

Times have changed but people haven’t. Rules of friendship has changed drastically. The actual proverb should have been ‘A friend for nothing is a friend indeed’ instead of the original one. Well, here &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/SxeJBOnesAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/6488584044894566514/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/casualty-friendship.html#comment-form" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6488584044894566514?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6488584044894566514?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/SxeJBOnesAM/casualty-friendship.html" title="Casualty friendship" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TPTLAb-NRUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bNUBHT7U-AI/s72-c/SILHOUETTE2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/casualty-friendship.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGQXwzcCp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-2503733529754036723</id><published>2010-11-17T23:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:02:00.288+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:02:00.288+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anguish" /><title>Headlines Today</title><summary type="html">
Can one industry change the way people think? 
Media is a powerful tool. It has the power to break or make things in our world. May be the term ‘Breaking news’ originated from this power.  A lot has been already said about Indian media. They have been sneered for their ‘breaking news’ and shoving the news down our throats. I will not get into all that. I want to give my 2 cents on internet media&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/biPRa4J9ebk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/2503733529754036723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/headlines-today.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/2503733529754036723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/2503733529754036723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/biPRa4J9ebk/headlines-today.html" title="Headlines Today" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TOQRm8CZSOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XqzsDnjVHpk/s72-c/caffe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/headlines-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDRX07eip7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-1858995035553302244</id><published>2010-11-14T22:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:02:54.302+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:02:54.302+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anguish" /><title>Irresolution</title><summary type="html">What do you do when you are governed by fickle instincts? I am clueless. There are people with compulsive behavioral problems. And then there are people who are just plain lazy. I belong to none of these but a combination of both-fickle mindedness. My every decision has a very opposite flow of action following it that it sounds so stupid. I know I went a bit too far by not calling myself lazy. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/yL-OoTNiS8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/1858995035553302244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/irresolution.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1858995035553302244?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1858995035553302244?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/yL-OoTNiS8U/irresolution.html" title="Irresolution" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TOATHG3QwjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qm9N7hykCSU/s72-c/163.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/11/irresolution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DR3c-fyp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3578216681298615019</id><published>2010-09-11T14:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:16:16.957+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:16:16.957+05:30</app:edited><title>Good Bye</title><summary type="html">I have decided to stop writing indefinitely. I hope I will be back but am not sure. I will definitely be around reading blogs. Take care people. :)

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/A8r1N1sF8EA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3578216681298615019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3578216681298615019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3578216681298615019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/A8r1N1sF8EA/good-bye.html" title="Good Bye" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQ3kyfCp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3473198392502378046</id><published>2010-08-23T22:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:17:22.794+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:17:22.794+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Reincarnation</title><summary type="html">Prologue


When death takes over, life becomes a laughing stock. Ironically, there were none to laugh. The year 2012 has seen destruction of everything leaving the towns and cities in ruins. The humans ceased to exist and the silence around the world had a chilling effect which fortunately the dead couldn’t feel. All through their existence for thousands of years, humans achieved everything &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/aCrQVOc16_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3473198392502378046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/08/reincarnation.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3473198392502378046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3473198392502378046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/aCrQVOc16_4/reincarnation.html" title="Reincarnation" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/THKr7yE3iXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-bNiy1vqy00/s72-c/stock-photo-white-clock-with-words-the-time-is-now-on-its-face-31297114.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/08/reincarnation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGRHY5eCp7ImA9Wx9SEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3139395056779205683</id><published>2010-08-09T23:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:18:45.820+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:18:45.820+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Aunts</title><summary type="html">Aunts are a special and rare species. Now, I clearly understand why Wodehouse made a living writing about them. They can irritate the hell out of you and yet you wont even realize that you are being scrutinized to the last detail in their utterly nonsense gibberish. From the latest recipe to the most recent marriage, the discussion among them can get very engrossing, provided you have the label &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/Pr4dcQQtwLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3139395056779205683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunts.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3139395056779205683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3139395056779205683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/Pr4dcQQtwLQ/aunts.html" title="Aunts" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TGBHUgEpE1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Va3mdKp7gbw/s72-c/stock-vector-family-reunion-vector-53572888.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/08/aunts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBSX47fip7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-7689864772452730999</id><published>2010-04-05T22:46:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:25:58.006+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:25:58.006+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Burn darling burn!</title><summary type="html">It’s time to make amendments. We have a new game/sport in which India is shining and I am undertaking this mission to make it our national game. Join me in signing a petition to the government to make this sport very popular and Olympics be damn, let’s have the tournament in our country and invite other countries here. I am sure; Somalia, Pakistan and other high spirited countries might give a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/xmUWmSWzV-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/7689864772452730999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/04/burn-darling-burn.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/7689864772452730999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/7689864772452730999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/xmUWmSWzV-M/burn-darling-burn.html" title="Burn darling burn!" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCYoUW2IX8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/SPj1dPpSgCM/s72-c/ou2_jpg_24305e.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/04/burn-darling-burn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGSXw4eCp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-314331443118550687</id><published>2010-03-01T22:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:27:08.230+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:27:08.230+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Selling blues</title><summary type="html">Disclaimer: I shall not take the name of the product/service which my office deals with

I had always thought, as long as there are people to buy, salesmen have their jobs. But in real, it’s the opposite. As long as there are salesmen, people will always buy no matter how bad the product/service is! On my first day at office, some 5 months ago, I learnt my first rule of selling-don’t sell the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/l3a3WyclrZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/314331443118550687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/03/selling-blues_01.html#comment-form" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/314331443118550687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/314331443118550687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/l3a3WyclrZA/selling-blues_01.html" title="Selling blues" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCYuuo8KOvI/AAAAAAAAALY/firya3fqT7c/s72-c/1000622_worried_man_against_white_background.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/03/selling-blues_01.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICSHk-cSp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-1821358602445937654</id><published>2010-01-04T22:05:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:32:49.759+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:32:49.759+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>A year that flew by...</title><summary type="html">
Wish you a very happy and prosperous new year. Well no, this isn’t a post on New Year resolutions. I took a resolution 6 years back, not to take any during New Year eve and I have kept my promise. This must be the zillionth post on New Year, everyone I know have been giving their 2 cents on the topic. So I thought, why not jump the bandwagon? But when most people look towards their future, I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/sccyhSL_y9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/1821358602445937654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-that-flew-by.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1821358602445937654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1821358602445937654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/sccyhSL_y9c/year-that-flew-by.html" title="A year that flew by..." /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCYwxcnvLmI/AAAAAAAAALg/zdBCUsQ7r8A/s72-c/1208853_new_years_calendar_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-that-flew-by.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHRXo9cSp7ImA9Wx5UFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-6935876457022702708</id><published>2009-12-28T22:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:05:34.469+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T20:05:34.469+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>A screwed up trip...</title><summary type="html">


A stay is better than a mere visit. Literally, I would love to stay in Chennai all my life if needed but a visit to that place is a strict no-no! Unfortunately, last week I had to visit Chennai. I was visiting the city after 4 long years but nothing changed. Chennai is a city which doesn’t change much. Let me list out few problems at Chennai for visitors. 

1) Exorbitant charges by auto &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/9gYPq72ukxU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/6935876457022702708/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/screwed-up-trip.html#comment-form" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6935876457022702708?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6935876457022702708?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/9gYPq72ukxU/screwed-up-trip.html" title="A screwed up trip..." /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCYxnjscr7I/AAAAAAAAALo/tyNAO8YJxPY/s72-c/ist2_6510224-hit-the-nail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/screwed-up-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUAQnw7fCp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-4144018388398412527</id><published>2009-12-02T22:56:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:44:03.204+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:44:03.204+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>A treat to ears...</title><summary type="html">I am blessed. Ok, WE are blessed.  


On September 26th I had written a post called A Musical Journey about some of the rare gems in Hindi composed by Ilayaraja sir. Even while writing that, I was still waiting for that 'Perfect' hindi album from the genius and the feeling I have right now (since one month) is nothing short of divinity. I was waiting for this particular movie from almost 1 and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/GsBXAwkcAow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/4144018388398412527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/treat-to-ears.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4144018388398412527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4144018388398412527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/GsBXAwkcAow/treat-to-ears.html" title="A treat to ears..." /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY0px9qZgI/AAAAAAAAALw/O_CLBodpJgM/s72-c/paa1e.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/treat-to-ears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGRXc8cCp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-4280911889730861666</id><published>2009-11-10T23:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:45:24.978+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:45:24.978+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>The Beginning</title><summary type="html">
Many years ago, on a hot afternoon, I took birth. I looked so skinny that the nurse had wrapped me in a thick towel before showing me to my mom, just to make me look fatter. One look at my face, my family had prophesized that this young lad will grow up to be a great man. Even as the jubilant family members each took their turns to hold the ‘would be’ great man, I fell asleep. My first sleep in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/wnswc3tQIp8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/4280911889730861666/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning.html#comment-form" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4280911889730861666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4280911889730861666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/wnswc3tQIp8/beginning.html" title="The Beginning" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY1zUwoGFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVEavCo9ghs/s72-c/1125465_cycling.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>31</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/11/beginning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NQXgyfip7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-1263145320329689640</id><published>2009-10-12T23:39:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:56:30.696+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:56:30.696+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><title>Thoughts</title><summary type="html">
I talk to myself.  


Now this sounds like an anti climax but it’s true literally. I remember, when I was a little kid, I used to like talking to myself. Talking about oneself and to himself is like two sides of a dice-the remaining four sides are repeated with these two again. I don’t know the inner details of psychology but I can gather my wits fast enough to understand I might look crazy. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/GlF5bMWC7w4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/1263145320329689640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html#comment-form" title="43 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1263145320329689640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1263145320329689640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/GlF5bMWC7w4/thoughts.html" title="Thoughts" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY3EVu2IPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EQ80mfcN0ZE/s72-c/707284_calm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>43</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANR304fyp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-2597477967020961856</id><published>2009-10-07T23:10:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:09:56.337+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:09:56.337+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><title>The Naked Truth</title><summary type="html">EVERY LINE IN THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY FACTUAL ERRORS.



  She is a fighter.  And so are million people like her. 


As she glanced around her room, she noticed everything is in order. She liked it that way and had taken pains to keep everything in place. It’s ironic that her own life is in disarray but that never deterred her to keep her surroundings clean. She paced &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/X2lCNuXRwCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/2597477967020961856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked-truth.html#comment-form" title="30 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/2597477967020961856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/2597477967020961856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/X2lCNuXRwCA/naked-truth.html" title="The Naked Truth" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY4AYOkGiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cvsaxuJhw_c/s72-c/ist2_2035993-comming-out-from-the-dark.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>30</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked-truth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRHk5fip7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-737834593005875406</id><published>2009-09-29T21:27:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:16:25.726+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:16:25.726+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Random talk</title><summary type="html">
Sitting on the porch, I was fiddling with Chaitu’s wallet. As usual, I found it empty except for few odd papers. Inside a small punch, I found two photographs. One was his own passport photo while other was a picture of Shirdi Sai Baba.  As I was looking at the two, he said “You are looking at two greatest people in this world”. I was amused. I replied “Well everyone knows about one of them...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/048m5Jj-miI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/737834593005875406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-talk.html#comment-form" title="39 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/737834593005875406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/737834593005875406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/048m5Jj-miI/random-talk.html" title="Random talk" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY5J_UUWsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wPEusQrGnOw/s72-c/1108003_say_what.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>39</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-talk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRno6fip7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3230410350751409451</id><published>2009-09-26T00:16:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:21:17.416+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:21:17.416+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>A Musical Journey (Hindi)</title><summary type="html">NOTE: Click on the 'play' button before the song to listen to it. 


Music is a part of our life. No questions about this-we switch on the TV and we listen to the same song every 2 minutes on every third channel. And it continues-everyday we are exposed to thousands of songs by various music directors, private musicians etc.  They are constantly pounded on us whether we like it or not through TV &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/c6oGVFdhEfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3230410350751409451/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/musical-journey-hindi.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3230410350751409451?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3230410350751409451?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/c6oGVFdhEfg/musical-journey-hindi.html" title="A Musical Journey (Hindi)" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY7HU6PPyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FCb9HD17lDg/s72-c/ila.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/musical-journey-hindi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECRXo5fip7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-4235816181047086892</id><published>2009-09-21T23:29:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:24:24.426+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:24:24.426+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Project-The final touch</title><summary type="html">NOTE: Those who are reading this story for the first time, please check PROJECT-PART 1 and PROJECT-PART 2 before proceeding any further.  



It was an ill fated Friday. Overnight, we all became heroes. It was unprecedented.  The story spread like wildfire in college with different versions. Right from the security guys to the most studious nerd of the college, everyone heard the story. The rumor&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/b34fYz7k-fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/4235816181047086892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-final-touch.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4235816181047086892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/4235816181047086892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/b34fYz7k-fc/project-final-touch.html" title="Project-The final touch" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCY8vl1qg4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/6w6MZVcy5VM/s72-c/187031-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-final-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHR306eyp7ImA9Wx9SEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-6925797914305289116</id><published>2009-09-15T23:21:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:25:36.313+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:25:36.313+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Project-Part 2</title><summary type="html">NOTE: Those who are reading this story for the first time, please check PROJECT-PART 1 before proceeding any further.



A teacher has many facets-a friend during fun, a stern disciplinarian when we cross limits, a story teller when we are bored and last but definitely the best, a mentor during dire situations. One such person in our lives at college was Mr. Jyothi Swaroopan. There are many &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/UxwRvzfzVok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/6925797914305289116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-part-2.html#comment-form" title="29 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6925797914305289116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6925797914305289116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/UxwRvzfzVok/project-part-2.html" title="Project-Part 2" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZACp3Q-2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JSlb89bGFvs/s72-c/187031-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNSHo7fSp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-8307645837510632986</id><published>2009-09-13T00:04:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:49:59.405+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:49:59.405+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Project-Part 1</title><summary type="html">
Whenever we search for something at home, we are most likely to get our eye on something else and our mind gets diverted. It happened to me today. I was searching for few papers and my eyes fell on a book. It had a whitish brown cover (it was white few years back) with black binding and bold letters on the cover indicating the title. The title said “A New Algorithm for Calculating the Load”. I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/fBlybgfcHn0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/8307645837510632986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-part-1.html#comment-form" title="34 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/8307645837510632986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/8307645837510632986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/fBlybgfcHn0/project-part-1.html" title="Project-Part 1" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZBYxZfNZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JWuKON5EqVc/s72-c/187031-main_Full.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>34</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UAQXw4cCp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3265709497122935876</id><published>2009-09-09T23:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:50:40.238+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:50:40.238+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>A brochure</title><summary type="html">Disclaimer: This is a repost of sorts with changes and additions from my old deleted blog.



Being a MBA graduate has its own pros and cons. During the admissions season, I get lot of scraps from different MBA aspirants who find my profile from various ‘college related communities’ that I have joined in orkut. I don’t claim to be the only one who gets them-probably all my batch mates would be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/Z3e1o2ckPGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3265709497122935876/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/brochure.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3265709497122935876?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3265709497122935876?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/Z3e1o2ckPGI/brochure.html" title="A brochure" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZDOrsQV7I/AAAAAAAAANA/dFq-JisVl3c/s72-c/Coll.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/brochure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQHY_fSp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-3909012289041259055</id><published>2009-09-06T23:50:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:52:11.845+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:52:11.845+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>In the driving seat</title><summary type="html">
The ordeal is finally over. For the last one and half months, I have been learning how to drive the car and finally my training has come to an end.  And needless to say that I am very lazy, this was one hell of an experience. My teacher (driver) from the driving school is a young lad, may be 19 or 20 yrs of age took pains to teach me every morning. I have always been a slow learner; I take time &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/SZQMQnqpmm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3909012289041259055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-driving-seat.html#comment-form" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3909012289041259055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/3909012289041259055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/SZQMQnqpmm8/in-driving-seat.html" title="In the driving seat" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZJ6QvdT3I/AAAAAAAAANI/4yZLPCUBqc8/s72-c/car.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-driving-seat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCRnc7eCp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-1694610781852854259</id><published>2009-09-03T23:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:52:47.900+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:52:47.900+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><title>Our greatest gift</title><summary type="html">
This is not a movie review. No, this post is not even going to recommend you to watch the movie. This movie is one of my favorites and incidentally I had discussed it exactly one year back, at a different blog under different circumstances. That blog is now deleted and so is that article but a mere delete button can’t erase a thought process. I frankly don’t know why I like this movie. I am not &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/e1e6f7QtWVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/1694610781852854259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-greatest-gift.html#comment-form" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1694610781852854259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/1694610781852854259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/e1e6f7QtWVQ/our-greatest-gift.html" title="Our greatest gift" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZKmCuXGPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aKLE3vAuXjk/s72-c/life.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-greatest-gift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMRnwzeyp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-5265725918630956742</id><published>2009-08-30T00:00:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:53:07.283+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:53:07.283+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Our Hero-Tuffy</title><summary type="html">When my friend asked me the question, I laughed. I laughed at the imaginary repercussions that might occur in case it really happened.  I might be even banished from my own home for lying; deception, pretense and entertaining illegal activities (according to my dad) at home in the absence of the family members. Or probably ,my friends would never be allowed to come home again. Sad, they would be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/57Rn-2EKVOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/5265725918630956742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-hero-tuffy.html#comment-form" title="22 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/5265725918630956742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/5265725918630956742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/57Rn-2EKVOE/our-hero-tuffy.html" title="Our Hero-Tuffy" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZLMFFtatI/AAAAAAAAANY/nQa5o8acGS8/s72-c/Image055.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>22</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-hero-tuffy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MESHY8cCp7ImA9Wx9SEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300492517966670082.post-6526734161894595658</id><published>2009-08-25T23:18:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:53:29.878+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T23:53:29.878+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>A Stroke Of Luck</title><summary type="html">Odd things happen to you every day?  


You make meticulous plans and yet they crash like a pack of cards always?  


You try travelling by bus and it breaks down almost every time?  


You try travelling by your bike and it gets punctured twice in half an hr span?   


You try browsing internet and power goes?  


The power comes back the very second you shut down your computer only to go off &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~4/qlm2Hskm7Fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/feeds/6526734161894595658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/08/stroke-of-luck.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6526734161894595658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4300492517966670082/posts/default/6526734161894595658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/dtlQ/~3/qlm2Hskm7Fc/stroke-of-luck.html" title="A Stroke Of Luck" /><author><name>Aditya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06096304896398794321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFrSsetrBP8/TwgvdIL18JI/AAAAAAAAARY/9rni5vI6fV0/s220/okay.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzCh4pal3nc/TCZL8RSFw6I/AAAAAAAAANg/cblkfLatxjg/s72-c/33-coincidence.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://only-aditya.blogspot.com/2009/08/stroke-of-luck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

