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Its been over a year since I last posted, and so much has changed!
However, it does not mean that the creative outlet has choked, its very much there - just redirected to my G+ profile now :)

Here's a link to all the banter on G+:

https://plus.google.com/u/0/101038445997753998087/posts


</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/1561675910179584454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=1561675910179584454" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/1561675910179584454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/1561675910179584454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-change.html" title="Things change!" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FSHs-cCp7ImA9WxFRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-5247657239017896741</id><published>2010-05-02T00:54:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:08:39.558+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T01:08:39.558+06:00</app:edited><title>Fond memories</title><summary>I wasn't too much of a TV buff as a kid. But the one serial that I distinctly remember is Crystal Maze. It ran during the early 90's, and seemed so ahead of its times.I recently found some of its episodes on youtube, and I still find it just as amusing!Here's a link to its first episode. Follow the related links for some more of the episodes.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/5247657239017896741/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=5247657239017896741" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/5247657239017896741?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/5247657239017896741?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/05/fond-memories.html" title="Fond memories" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAR3czfSp7ImA9WxFRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-895433028860038830</id><published>2010-04-27T15:15:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T15:15:46.985+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-27T15:15:46.985+06:00</app:edited><title>Meta sadism</title><summary>Is the pleasure you get when a sadist's plan falls flat, also sadistic?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/895433028860038830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=895433028860038830" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/895433028860038830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/895433028860038830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/04/meta-sadism.html" title="Meta sadism" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFSHg-cSp7ImA9WxBaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-8021443913285776957</id><published>2010-03-19T16:16:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:56:59.659+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-20T21:56:59.659+06:00</app:edited><title>Mutually exclusive</title><summary>Are the following mutually exclusive:1. Enjoying the beauty of a place and clicking photographs of the same2. Professional success and personal success3. Beauty and brains4. Being dependent and being independent5. Being a parent and being a kid6. Loving a person and liking the person7. Being one of a kind and being a {girl|boy}-next-doorI wonder...P.S. - aimed at those who know who the following </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/8021443913285776957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=8021443913285776957" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8021443913285776957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8021443913285776957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/03/mutually-exclusive.html" title="Mutually exclusive" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFQnozcCp7ImA9WxBXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-419867110082806500</id><published>2010-01-30T21:11:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:13:33.488+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-30T21:13:33.488+06:00</app:edited><title>Greedy</title><summary>At one of the talks in office - "Sure you should be greedy, but be long term greedy - you dont want to do [beep] and then go to jail!"Interesting concept "long term greedy" :)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/419867110082806500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=419867110082806500" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/419867110082806500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/419867110082806500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/01/greedy.html" title="Greedy" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHRX04fSp7ImA9WxBWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-8937184526553373739</id><published>2010-01-04T20:01:00.007+06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:10:34.335+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-09T20:10:34.335+06:00</app:edited><title>Traffic adaptive dividers</title><summary>Have you ever been annoyed by miles and miles of traffic on one side of the divider, and empty road on the other side?Apparently gou-maata's across the country share our sentiment, and have volunteered to function as adaptive dividers during their leisure time, as exemplified by the following picture:</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/8937184526553373739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=8937184526553373739" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8937184526553373739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8937184526553373739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/01/traffic-adaptive-dividers.html" title="Traffic adaptive dividers" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/S3BeNHLpa8I/AAAAAAAA6V0/K2AJhfyYv3I/s72-c/adaptive-divider.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYASXY9fSp7ImA9WxBRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-951967790199845091</id><published>2010-01-02T19:48:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:22:28.865+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-02T20:22:28.865+06:00</app:edited><title>The high of seeing water-fall</title><summary>We kick-started new year with a trip to Shivanasamudra and Talakad.The highlight of the trip was Bharachukki falls. IMO the necessary and sufficient description of the Bharachukki waterfall at Shivanasamudra is that - its the best waterfall to be under! Several blogs mention that the best time to visit is July-Oct, in the monsoons, when the falls are huge. But I would like to politely disagree </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/951967790199845091/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=951967790199845091" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/951967790199845091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/951967790199845091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-of-seeing-water-fall.html" title="The high of seeing water-fall" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DR3c5fip7ImA9WxBSGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2679807231041602308</id><published>2009-12-27T01:40:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:42:56.926+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-27T15:42:56.926+06:00</app:edited><title>Sight-seeing of the fittest</title><summary>After a year and a half at Bangalore, we finally visited the very popular sight-seeing spot - Wayanad. This blog post isnt about the beauty of Wayanad (given that it is in Kerala, God's own country, it sure is gorgeous), its about the rules for sight-seeing. Unlike popular sight seeing spots in India, all places in Wayanad need you to trek to the spot! And mind you, its not some chuttu puttu trek</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2679807231041602308/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2679807231041602308" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2679807231041602308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2679807231041602308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/12/sight-seeing-of-fittest.html" title="Sight-seeing of the fittest" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNRHo6fip7ImA9WxBSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2218499593790657261</id><published>2009-12-21T19:01:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:39:55.416+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-27T01:39:55.416+06:00</app:edited><title>The Egg Factory</title><summary>Watched Avatar last Saturday, and followed that up with a visit to a cake show (which was actually an exhibition in disguise). We were famished after the hectic day, and hence decided to eat at this place called Egg Factory, on St. Mark's road. There is more to this place than just the food (which btw is yummy!) The first thing you notice is the menu - which resembles a user manual. Infact the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2218499593790657261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2218499593790657261" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2218499593790657261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2218499593790657261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/12/egg-factory.html" title="The Egg Factory" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHSXkyeCp7ImA9WxBTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-4362185700992698175</id><published>2009-12-07T23:05:00.009+06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:08:58.790+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-08T15:08:58.790+06:00</app:edited><title>Meri Jung - one man army</title><summary>I usually blog about films in my other blog, but this film is special in that it has so many non-filmi implications. It is the kind of film that you dont chance upon through the regular medium of tv, theatres, hoardings.. this one is a gem that can only be discovered in a tourist bus.Last weekend Jatin and I visited Puri for a dear friends wedding. After the wedding, we were DEAD tired, and the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/4362185700992698175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=4362185700992698175" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4362185700992698175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4362185700992698175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/12/meri-jung-one-man-army.html" title="Meri Jung - one man army" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/Sx1A17Q7oVI/AAAAAAAArKU/cg8lF9KFs1g/s72-c/mass.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHQ3g9fyp7ImA9WxNVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-4121179562249064161</id><published>2009-10-29T18:18:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:45:32.667+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T22:45:32.667+06:00</app:edited><title>I'll call, email is not good enough</title><summary>Some of my closest friendships' predate the email/chat/Orkut/FB era. With those friends, email communication mostly meant spamming with fwds. And that feeling persists! Dropping them an email (or receiving one from them) seems so unfriendly. Its better to say - hey, couldn't reach your cell on your birthday, hence the delay in wishing you; instead of sending them a very thoughtful happy bday </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/4121179562249064161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=4121179562249064161" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4121179562249064161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4121179562249064161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-call-email-is-not-good-enough.html" title="I'll call, email is not good enough" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFRngycSp7ImA9WxNXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-4728040589955117546</id><published>2009-10-06T15:46:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:46:57.699+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T21:46:57.699+06:00</app:edited><title>Best flowers shop vs best grocery shop</title><summary>A colleague of mine asked me today if I knew of a good flowers shop near office. I was stumped. Yeah, I recall one in Indiranagar, but what is its name? When did I last purchase/receive flowers from there? So I look the type who buys/receives flowers, but I don't know of any good flowers shop??Back in college, I could name good flowers shops near my house (on DP road), near college (on JM road/FC</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/4728040589955117546/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=4728040589955117546" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4728040589955117546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/4728040589955117546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-flower-shop-vs-best-grocery-shop.html" title="Best flowers shop vs best grocery shop" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNR3c6cSp7ImA9WxNSE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-6306399605439195628</id><published>2009-08-27T21:10:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:08:16.919+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T00:08:16.919+06:00</app:edited><title /><summary>I recently found out that atleast 6 of my classmates from school are into the films and television - from singer, to model, to channel producer, to asst director to anurag kashyap, to asst director to ekta kapoor, to winner of awards for short films in indian film festivals... Wow! Its so awesome to look at their pictures in news and go - I know this girl!!! And its even more awesome to think how</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/6306399605439195628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=6306399605439195628" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/6306399605439195628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/6306399605439195628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-recently-found-out-that-atleast-6-of.html" title="" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYERHgyfSp7ImA9WxNSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-3463646779826477385</id><published>2009-08-24T22:25:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:21:45.695+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-25T00:21:45.695+06:00</app:edited><title>On becoming fearless - by Arianna Huffington</title><summary>I read this book on Pradnya's recommendation. And boy, am I glad I did :)"Fearlessness is not absence of fear" - so damn true. She talks about not conforming to societal cliche's like being 'nice'. She encourages every woman to be a go-getter, to be aggressive, and ofcourse, to be fearless.Absolutely loved it!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/3463646779826477385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=3463646779826477385" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3463646779826477385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3463646779826477385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-becoming-fearless-by-arianna.html" title="On becoming fearless - by Arianna Huffington" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDQ3w_eyp7ImA9WxJbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2221018670430887252</id><published>2009-07-24T01:57:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:19:32.243+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-24T02:19:32.243+06:00</app:edited><title>Parle rocks!</title><summary>Did anyone ever imagine that the same company that gave us Parle G, would ever give us Milano??The shy, cute little boy of Parle GHas now grown up into the hunkman Hritik!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2221018670430887252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2221018670430887252" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2221018670430887252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2221018670430887252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/07/parle-rocks.html" title="Parle rocks!" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SmjBqG87viI/AAAAAAAAMq4/G6r1OOu6nU4/s72-c/Parle-G.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QARX45fCp7ImA9WxJVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-3679295263935405522</id><published>2009-06-29T15:00:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:15:44.024+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T19:15:44.024+06:00</app:edited><title>Kitchen tips</title><summary>Almost every blogger worth his/her salt, has a blog that showcases his/her cooking talent. With this entry, my blog is about to become a complete blog! Only, I wont be sharing a recipe, but a fantastic tip, that I bet you have not heard/seen before!!What do you do when:- You feel hungry at 10 pm, and realize that you haven't had dinner- You feel like eating, say, hypothetically, Poha- You chop up</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/3679295263935405522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=3679295263935405522" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3679295263935405522?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3679295263935405522?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/06/kitchen-tips.html" title="Kitchen tips" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQHw9cCp7ImA9WxJRGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2589159853095549231</id><published>2009-05-20T12:49:00.006+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:11:41.268+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T14:11:41.268+06:00</app:edited><title>Epiphany</title><summary>Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy says that the answer to life, the universe and everything is 42.It was brought to my attention that I have it - i.e. the answer to life, the universe and everything AND more! Thanks to my hubby :)Jatin = જતીન (in gujrati)= 43 (જ = 4 in marathi, and તીન = 3)= 42 + 1     Yeps, one of those PJs I enjoyed very much :)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2589159853095549231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2589159853095549231" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2589159853095549231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2589159853095549231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/05/hitchhikers-guide-to-galaxy-says-that.html" title="Epiphany" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMQHkyfip7ImA9WxVaEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-289503718234401378</id><published>2009-04-03T16:18:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:58:01.796+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T14:58:01.796+06:00</app:edited><title>Scuba diving at Maldives!</title><summary>Jatin and I went for a trip to Maldives in Feb 2009. The place is gorgeous - sandy white beaches, beautiful blue water, a gorgeous reef, and so much more.Some friends asked me to blog about the trip - in particular the diving. So here are some details about the best part of the trip - the scuba diving:- If you can snorkel, you can most probably dive. So do give the 'beginners lesson for diving' a</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/289503718234401378/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=289503718234401378" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/289503718234401378?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/289503718234401378?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/04/jatin-and-i-went-for-trip-to-maldives.html" title="Scuba diving at Maldives!" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANQnkzfCp7ImA9WxVVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2708044505881687280</id><published>2009-03-13T14:57:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:59:53.784+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T14:59:53.784+06:00</app:edited><title>Perks and quirks of working in the same office as your spouse</title><summary>perk: You can travel home togetherquirk: If your cab mate does not know that you 2 are married, it might just surprise him a bit when the 2 of you take a drop to the same house late at night.perk: Any office outing is also a 'family' outingquirk: Being the only 'couple' in the outing, you are teased to death if you try to steal some moments of time together.perk: You get gifts even on your </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2708044505881687280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2708044505881687280" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2708044505881687280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2708044505881687280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/03/perks-and-quirks-of-working-in-same.html" title="Perks and quirks of working in the same office as your spouse" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQERno-cSp7ImA9WxVWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-9032073892921236767</id><published>2009-02-26T19:09:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:18:27.459+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T19:18:27.459+06:00</app:edited><title>Will A R Rahman become the next Lata Mangeshkar?</title><summary>This is not with reference to his singing skills, but with reference to award monopoly.Lata Mangeshkar had taken voluntary retirement from the awards scene - to allow new talent to be recognized. There were other talented performers during her reign, but she was the most loved by the award committees, hence the monopoly.Considering that A R Rahman is what he is (a magician), and (now more than </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/9032073892921236767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=9032073892921236767" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/9032073892921236767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/9032073892921236767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-r-rahman-become-next-lata.html" title="Will A R Rahman become the next Lata Mangeshkar?" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHSHkycCp7ImA9WxRVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-6256421790882585745</id><published>2008-11-17T20:15:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:07:19.798+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-17T21:07:19.798+06:00</app:edited><title>An American Crime</title><summary>I have a soft corner for Ellen Page's movies. That's one of the reasons why I picked this film to watch.Knowing that it is based on a true life story will definitely make you want to read about it before/after you have watched the film. And even if the film (which shows just a fraction of what really happened) does not manage to disturb you, the complete true story most certainly will. Briefly, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/6256421790882585745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=6256421790882585745" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/6256421790882585745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/6256421790882585745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2008/11/american-crime.html" title="An American Crime" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNRH45fyp7ImA9WxRXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-8895320956440687621</id><published>2008-10-17T19:57:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:38:15.027+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-17T20:38:15.027+06:00</app:edited><title>iBored</title><summary>Nothing against the snazzy iPhone's and iTouch'es and iWhatNot's, but the iHolders seem to really show off in front of the iBeholders!!!P.S.:Yet, iLove iPod when iGym :)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/8895320956440687621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=8895320956440687621" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8895320956440687621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/8895320956440687621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2008/10/ibored.html" title="iBored" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRXc6cCp7ImA9WxRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-2196682538932311094</id><published>2008-10-13T20:04:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:43:14.918+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T21:43:14.918+06:00</app:edited><title>Why oh why..</title><summary>..do I find it so difficult to be regular with gym?How is it easier to travel far and wide in search of food, and not be able to go even half the distance to the gym??? (the gym is way closer to my desk than the cafeteria)How is it acceptable to the work-loaded mind to wait for as long as it takes for the snacks to arrive, but an unacceptable waste of time to change into gym clothes???And why are</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/2196682538932311094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=2196682538932311094" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2196682538932311094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/2196682538932311094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-oh-why.html" title="Why oh why.." /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSHgzeCp7ImA9WxRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-5983497492399837547</id><published>2008-09-26T18:10:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:41:39.680+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-26T21:41:39.680+06:00</app:edited><title>A talk by Siddharth Basu</title><summary>The first time I got a mail about his talk (in Google), I could not recollect what this man (who has hosted several quiz shows including Mastermind) looked like. Had to google for his picture. He looked much older than he does in the picture though.It was an entertaining talk, started slow - with how he entered the TV industry with quizzing (which people would often pronounce as kissing it seems)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/5983497492399837547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=5983497492399837547" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/5983497492399837547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/5983497492399837547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2008/09/talk-by-siddharth-basu.html" title="A talk by Siddharth Basu" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMRXg5eSp7ImA9WxRVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884620741331355225.post-3344109962227588733</id><published>2008-09-17T19:23:00.007+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:06:24.621+06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-09T10:06:24.621+06:00</app:edited><title>Surprise surprise!</title><summary>Who doesn't like surprises? They keep you occupied, and happy (well, assuming the surprises are pleasant).But it is really sad to see how Indian media these days tries to keep the audience surprised, and hooked! Be it Aarushi murder case where the media happily penned down a racy story full of twists to keep junta enthralled (at the expense of the family of the bereaved), or LHC and world coming </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/feeds/3344109962227588733/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884620741331355225&amp;postID=3344109962227588733" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3344109962227588733?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884620741331355225/posts/default/3344109962227588733?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pskalekar.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise-surprise.html" title="Surprise surprise!" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

