tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329Wed, 28 Sep 2011 17:07:25 +0000PictureTVArbidRelationshipsCorporationsFamilyPoor ServiceMusicFilmsFriendsPhilosophyBlog UpdatesDelhiTamizhTaggedDeepavaliLifeBangaloreTravelSocietyMICAPoetryWorkObamaWritingLyricsHomeSportsDreamshttp://ragsrags.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Rags)Blogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-956942995709471511Mon, 15 Aug 2011 05:08:00 +00002011-08-15T10:47:13.086+05:30CorporationsSocietyFilmsI have a huge problem with Times Of India's new marketing initiative centred around the National Anthem. It's nothing but an ego trip. Called "Jaya Hey," it rubbishes what school children sing everyday as being only a fifth of what Rabindranath Tagore originally intended, and proudly unfurls the remaining four stanzas that have now been set to music. While this is a noble task by itself, what http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/08/isnt-national-anthem-for-all-indians.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=d0tvK0anwCQ:JzR_IxSJR0s:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-641915264967744475Sat, 21 May 2011 03:29:00 +00002011-05-21T08:59:16.146+05:30WritingTravelThe following is a 500-word story I wrote about my travels as part of a Travel Writing Scholarship competition on World Nomads. In Search of Peace ‘Where can I find Ashoka’s rock inscriptions?’ The photographer glared at me. I was interrupting his business. A couple waited impatiently. Behind them, the white pagoda of the Shanti Stupa loomed. I was at Dhauli, eight kilometres south of the http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-search-of-peace.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=VUyY06Fb_o0:ASLiQBS1J-g:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-8918384157285845289Sun, 15 May 2011 09:38:00 +00002011-05-15T15:08:14.562+05:30FriendsLifeRelationshipsSince December, I haven't been doing well at friendship. I have burnt many bridges, broken many connections, all of them which I thought were strong and unshakable. It turns out they aren't as infallible as I thought they were. Maybe the seeds for their downfall were sown much earlier. Maybe I'm just a bigger dick than those people deserve. It started when I ended my relationship in early http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/05/loss-of-friendship.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=-S0vpCrD0xA:vst4A0WeKfY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-6534608304014016036Sun, 15 May 2011 05:32:00 +00002011-05-15T11:02:27.275+05:30CorporationsMahindra and Renault brought in the Logan to India, but their marriage couldn't last. And now, Mahindra - with complete control over the Logan, except its name - have renamed the car 'Verito'. It's almost vertigo-inducing, apart from being one of the most uninspiring, unmemorable names possible for a car. Logan - Wolverine The Mahindra Logan should have been renamed the 'Mahindra Wolf''. http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-mahindra-logan-should-be-renamed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=hn3gP_9Ic5U:cuqwAkLv_WA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-2901387182104121384Fri, 29 Apr 2011 15:05:00 +00002011-04-29T20:35:40.312+05:30Arbid There aint no Duking between these two former Princes It was at the first press conference Prince William and his new bride Catherine Middleton held after tying the nuptials that the second in line to the throne made his declaration. The press was clamouring for the couple's attention and kept calling out to the groom by his old moniker 'Prince William', as well as his new one 'The Duke of http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/04/william-wants-to-be-known-as-duke.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=1sr_e06laBo:ySpPSCrt3tM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-953096224705863580Thu, 28 Apr 2011 16:33:00 +00002011-04-28T22:03:54.034+05:30MusicLifeWorkI started work last week at a new place. And I had an unbelievable first day. Almost as soon as I entered the lobby, I sliced my finger deep on the edge of my Ray-Ban sunglasses (did you know they have really sharp edges?) that were sitting in my shirt pocket. As I stemmed the flow of blood and was asking the security guard there to give me cotton, Dettol and a Band-Aid, somebody walked through http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfect-situation-song.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mvRGE2_lKso:oKn92md7agk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5822638731169981268Sat, 29 Jan 2011 14:01:00 +00002011-04-30T09:28:12.440+05:30SportsTwo of the sporting world's greatest droughts belong to places that begin and end with the same letters: Boston and Britain. Boston's ended in 2004; Britain's will end this year. We put the Red in Union Jack The Boston Red Sox is one of the top baseball teams in the U.S. However, their turning point came in 1918 when, after winning the World Series, they sold legendary player Babe Ruth to the http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/01/andy-murray-vs-boston-red-sox.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=456H1OYVh34:cRzHPNP0Kik:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-7706033792761586390Fri, 28 Jan 2011 03:22:00 +00002011-01-28T08:52:39.696+05:30SocietyWritingWhen we use the word 'Free' with any product or service, it almost always refers to the monetary price one would have to pay for its consumption. Having just returned from the Jaipur Literature Festival, I can attest that this maxim is woefully inadequate. The JLF does proclaim 'Free Entry'. Anybody and everybody can walk in to the Diggi Palace Hotel Compound and attend any of the hour-long http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/01/jaipur-lit-fest-is-free.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=Gm0Q43oSUR4:6qXi7yGXBuI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5035319798646365279Fri, 28 Jan 2011 03:18:00 +00002011-01-28T08:48:33.565+05:30SportsWritingWritten in the style of Ernest Hemingway. ------------------------------------------------- "A tennis point is like a woman," said Anand. "If I was a tennis coach, that's what I'd tell my players." Bala continued watching the TV. He didn't bother asking for an explanation. He was not weary of Anand, but he didn't ask him to explain. When the commercials came on, Anand resumed. "When the point http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/01/tennis-point-is-like-woman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yDs8KI7MB1Y:2_4cxjo__go:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-7296829260375400545Mon, 17 Jan 2011 07:15:00 +00002011-01-17T12:45:59.625+05:30Society"She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht." - Ernest Hemingway in The Sun Also Rises. The international personal care brand, Dove, exhorts us to "talk to your daughter before the beauty industry does". What about our sons? Aren't they exposed to the same relentless barrage of visuals, where buxom women cavort in skimpy clothes, flaunting bodies that are heavily toned and http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2011/01/curves.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=nNiE1NWCY2Q:h4pQb8IiZZ4:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5711080784760137258Wed, 29 Dec 2010 06:04:00 +00002010-12-29T11:34:59.645+05:30LifeCoconut felling is a community activity. There are a couple of coconut trees right outside my bedroom balcony. They are tall trees, rising well past my second floor balcony and bearing fruit at the fourth and fifth floors. One tree is ramrod straight, shooting out of the earth like a geyser, while the other appears more wind-swept as it curves backwards to look like a reflected C from my point http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/12/coconuts-away.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6kHgZZmjTGg:QSJT9_3IkAE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5587986984291670515Wed, 15 Dec 2010 08:10:00 +00002010-12-15T13:40:28.885+05:30LifeHomeI'm the sort of guy who'll meet you outside. My favourite is to catch up over a cup of coffee. I like having private conversations in public spaces. It makes me feel a part of  a larger world, while allowing me to carve my own little niche in it. Today, I realised how separate my home is from my social life. My best friends - guys I've grown up with in school - have been to my place just a http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/12/come-on-over.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UX8D20Hz6eU:4Z9KmFSpSe8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-7055625526028814172Mon, 06 Dec 2010 07:47:00 +00002010-12-06T13:17:31.054+05:30Her hair tickles your nose; so, you bend your head slightly and bury your face in the back of her neck. She lifts her hair and places it on the pillow above her head. You feel the fuzziness of the hair at her nape cushion your cheek. You take in her smell and rub your lips against her neck. Her skin is soft and smooth. You fit your legs into the '>' she has created and line up your torso againsthttp://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/12/somebody-to-sleep-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=KeHSxJfIYJQ:lan1tCaFo3g:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-8483406670014266160Tue, 16 Nov 2010 03:01:00 +00002010-11-16T08:38:39.774+05:30PhilosophyArbidAs a small child, Half-Ass didn't like colouring books. There were too many rules and too many lines for him to stay within. He hated that numbers told him which colours to use. So, he took out his crayons and went wild, with utter disdain for boundaries and recommended colour spaces. In fact, many times, he even left his picture incomplete, with nothing more than a few scratches of orange or http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/11/ballad-of-half-ass.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6r0k-0IXX6Y:VyCKnJA-E8w:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-8344311081836284612Mon, 15 Nov 2010 02:47:00 +00002010-11-15T08:25:45.054+05:30DreamsObamaArbidThe house sits in the location where I know my uncle's house is in Chennai. It's a large corner plot, situated at a T-junction of a smaller street and a slightly larger one. However, the house itself is slightly different from what I remember. It is set to the back, allowing for large open spaces between the gate and the front door. The absence of a thriving garden gives it a feel of a http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/11/obama-dream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=mF0bQBxqMsU:kQIdhOeY6kI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-2900648280580700154Fri, 05 Nov 2010 03:47:00 +00002010-11-13T10:59:18.772+05:30DeepavaliPoetryThere once was a man who hated the night.He bumped into things and stubbed his toeagainst things he could not see.So, he decided to travel with the sunand forever banish the dark. At first dawn, he jumped onto his horseand rode towards the brightening horizon.He rode towards the sun,that giver of life and light,yelling, “I am coming, my friend.” He rode all morning,and as the sun grew higher,he http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/11/victory-of-light.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=6AGC807LzHE:amYG1ajlqmM:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-512346364615049690Sat, 30 Oct 2010 09:17:00 +00002010-11-13T11:02:12.685+05:30MusicLifePhilosophyYou’re 26. A lot of things have not gone satisfactorily recently. You’re finding yourself in the middle of some unpleasant feelings that you are not able to fully comprehend or even give a name to. Angry? A little bit. Sad? Well, more like unsettled. Confused? Yes, I think so. Depressed? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? You decide going out and meeting friends will help you get over this http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/10/dilemma-of-26-year-old.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)8<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=e-ksbjB3aPE:rdc4yWoi4IY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-6434962699316001665Fri, 29 Oct 2010 09:29:00 +00002010-11-13T10:39:07.888+05:30CorporationsSportsWritingFamily When the Indian batsman was bowled, the whole of India groaned. One particular house in Bangalore also groaned, but then immediately brightened. This was a historic moment for the twenty-three family members sitting in the small living room of Sundaram Thatha. The first member from their family to play for the Indian cricket side - young Ramesh, making his début in this match - was about to http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-steps.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=q-srcNNvSPI:6SM4ZUri86I:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5639623103597109394Fri, 08 Oct 2010 14:33:00 +00002010-10-08T20:30:48.525+05:30CorporationsSportsTVPoetryAh, DD commentary How I have missed thee I thought you were disabled With the advent of cable But with the Commonwealth I have once more been dealt The severity of your words That belong to another world You overstate the obvious In a monotone that makes me furious Your insights are a deathly bore And you start every sentence with 'Aur' You insist on transcription Of words verbatim from actions http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/10/ode-to-dd-commentary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=_AT5P-p1C8s:QsVYtYlz-Mk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-7142810824479239523Wed, 29 Sep 2010 10:25:00 +00002010-09-29T15:55:46.645+05:30FilmsLifeBlog UpdatesI started my first blog - this one - in June 2006. I started introvertedly, transcribing poems and verbalising emotions. Slowly, as my blog grew fatter, I began to expand into the blogging universe. I made contact with other bloggers and thrilled in the blog roll. And yet, time seems to have done them in. The world has moved on. Every personal blog in my blog roll is, without exception, http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-have-all-bloggers-gone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=B48iuXTaQmw:YgMwnf90KrU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5006305695626022294Fri, 27 Aug 2010 13:24:00 +00002010-08-27T18:54:08.527+05:30TVTV for me is something I switch on when I'm eating, or if I have nothing else better to do, or I'm overcome by an intense desire to vegetate. I usually watch whatever is on - maybe a film or some program that catches my fancy - or I bemoan the lack of quality programming while flipping channels for the next half-hour. However, I have become a staunch follower and fan of two TV programmes, both http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-im-watching.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=JnFtyt6OAVY:wY1hvXsmT8E:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-7677011213397583154Thu, 26 Aug 2010 03:39:00 +00002010-08-26T09:09:58.889+05:30LifeArbidDisclaimer: The following post is politically incorrect. Which nincompoop led auto-rickshaws to believe that they are vehicles? Why are autos allowed to traverse the same path as actual vehicles like cars, buses and bikes? Which dunderhead lacked the foresight and went ahead and committed a grave error in even allowing autos to be manufactured? Why are licences and permits still being issued to http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-told-autos-theyre-vehicles.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=yNpq5zrZzBE:C-q7LFeftu4:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-8160633208591606413Sun, 15 Aug 2010 06:16:00 +00002010-08-15T12:24:29.021+05:30ArbidExotic Indian Location 1 - Bhuj, GujaratIn 2000, between January and June, Aamir Khan Productions filmed its first venture 'Lagaan'. The primary location was Bhuj in Gujarat, Western India. The film released on June 15, 2001.On Jan 26, 2001, nearly 6 months before the film released, a massive earthquake, measuring between 7.6 and 8.1 on the Richter Scale, shook Bhuj to its foundations. The quake http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-aamir-khan-bad-luck-for-exotic.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=UoTvGD8UF4w:1NMEZW_gyKI:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-910398588777443586Sat, 14 Aug 2010 17:45:00 +00002010-08-15T11:10:29.384+05:30Poor ServiceMy cousin and I are Karaoke fans. We've tested out Karaoke options in 3 different cities in India and have come away impressed with only a couple of them. We had been to Not Just Jazz By The Bay on Marine Drive before and hadn't come away particularly impressed, but on a Tuesday night, we decided this was our best option. Nothing prepared us for the Karaoke experience of that night.Upon paying Rshttp://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-service-not-just-jazz-by-bay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=n-jGXjE7_CY:fl8YD6ja2iw:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29340329.post-5307360814185221528Wed, 04 Aug 2010 04:59:00 +00002010-08-04T13:52:06.767+05:30CorporationsPoor ServiceWhen things start going wrong, everything seems to go wrong at once. On a recent SpiceJet flight from Kolkata to Goa, it appeared almost as if every single staff member was colluding to give us a nightmarish flight, one that we will never forget.The dominoes started tumbling even before the actual flight. While I was to fly to Mumbai after my week in Goa, my 3 other friends were to fly to Delhi. http://ragsrags.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-service-spicejet.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Rags)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:qj6IDK7rITs"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:gIN9vFwOqvQ"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?a=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/rags?i=YuBqDj-duK8:S7ZmM1W07H4:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> </div>