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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:55:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Yours Truly</title><description>Ramblings of my mind. Of here and there...and everything in between.</description><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/rohitwason" type="application/rss+xml" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-8767968551602878051</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T23:27:07.000-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Childhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><title>Stars on Earth</title><atom:summary>Watched Taare zameen par the other day - amazing story! Thumbs up to Aamir bhai &amp; Co.

"Every child is special" is the message to all parents. I agree, the story addresses one extreme - where the kid is dyslexic and the school and parents both, instead of identifying the problem, deem the kid as "abnormal"



But deep inside, aren't we all made different? Aren't we all gifted in one manner or the</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2008/03/stars-on-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-5773075020466271680</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-26T22:25:31.819-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>I can not sing</title><atom:summary>I can not sing

To sing is to be a flute,
your body being the wind
and flowing with it be your throat

Or to be a violin,
your chords strung up,
giving way to the bow of your mind

I lend a sincere ear to a song
For it is as vital
to let the notes play inside you
just as they came out of the chords

With my ears, I sing
I sing inwards
</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can-not-sing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-7682185811960046443</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-12T21:31:13.270-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>The coats are off</title><atom:summary>...No really, they are! Spring is peeking through the blue-greyish skies and it's going to be here any day now

First of all my apologies to all my readers...yes, all 5 of you (one of them is my wife) for not writing all these days. I was dormant for the winters - in a state of minimal metabolic activity

I was sleeping in 'til 11 in the morning and going to work without brushing my hair. And yes</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2007/03/coats-are-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-6114135481458420178</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T19:04:43.547-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Dad's Home Alone - part 1</title><atom:summary>Do you remember when you were younger, and mom used to say 'your dad was once on a 6 months trip from work, and I managed it single-handedly' you thought - 'Oh! poor thing! Six months is a long time. How did she manage?'

Yeah...and you never asked dad about his story, did you? Tell you what, I am living dad's side of the story these days. I am living alone for some time - my wife and daughter </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/11/dads-home-alone-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-3309356438209032967</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2006 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T19:06:09.478-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><title>I am being tagged</title><atom:summary>The rules of this tag:Name the person who tagged youMention 9 things about yourselfAnd, tag 6 people (If you so this in next 24 hours good luck with find you..just kidding)I was tagged by: Archana Bahuguna

9 things about me:I think am getting addicted to movies these days: My wife is off to India in a couple of days and she thinks I'll burn my eyes up on my TV screen. God, save me. I have a </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-being-tagged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-6557988517570609550</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-24T19:40:14.989-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indianism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Hussle bussle - 'desi' style</title><atom:summary>There are so many things we Indians find different when we first come to US. And I am sure this would be true for any other country alike. And I am talking about the cultural experiences more than anything else (like shopping for free stuff, for example)

Why Smile, when you can frown?
First, these nice people smile at you on an eye contact. When I came here first, I was single and not engaged - </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/09/hussle-bussle-desi-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114229526124638660</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T00:42:17.240-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Office</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>The anti-gravity around the elevators</title><atom:summary>I believe the elevators have a magical power that makes people act smart when they're around. I see real smart people everyday..

Some real punctual ones, in order to reach somewhere in time, come running to a closing elevator and try to stick a limb in the doors. As if saying "here, could you take half of me to my floor, please? I'll stick the other half in the next elevator"

I guess that makes</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/07/anti-gravity-around-elevators.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-115146289277332269</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-27T22:56:29.280-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>We, the flowers</title><atom:summary>I wake up by dawn
and see flowers all over
and their trees

trees, down to earth
close to their soils
see their flowers bloom

flowers carrying their seeds
seeds, that hold a tree each
and their color, shape and size

they're still, all flowers
waiting to harvest
so, I see a tree each in the flowers

the same color
the same shape
the same size!</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114160050772405513</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-24T22:39:58.496-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Americanity</category><title>God of Free* things</title><atom:summary>*After mail-in rebate. Conditions apply

One thing that's hard to miss in shopping in the U.S is the mighty 'mail in rebate'

People would buy stuff they don't even know how to use, just beacuse it's free. A bachelor would buy Maybelline lipsticks, much before meeting a girl. Well, who knows "May be she's not born with it?" you see..

Or young couples buying kids' toothbrush hoping they'll have a</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-of-free-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114684312455692654</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-16T18:23:02.680-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Long live the "Prescription Hunters"</title><atom:summary>It drives me crazy how some people remember the names of their medicines

I mean except for a couple like Aspirin and Tylenol (yes, just a couple), I don't know what use it is for us to remember names like Cyclobenzaprine and Hydrochlorothiazide (which by the way, is the 3,4-dihydro derivative of chlorothiazide!)

Now, I know consumer-awareness helps, but there's a difference between telling </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-live-prescription-hunters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114643365363585846</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-30T18:04:13.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><title>Google's new ketchup: SketchUp</title><atom:summary>Google is ready with what at first seems like just another pass-time people will play around with for a few days. But SketchUp is cerrtainly more than that

Firstly, it's fabulous as a toy. You draw 3D models of pretty much anything you want (I just put together some quick examples as soon as I downloaded):







Clearly, you don't have to be a mechanical-drawing expert to draw the basic stuff, </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/04/googles-new-ketchup-sketchup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114640917668723486</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-30T15:02:38.713-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Indian engineer killed in Afghanistan; India outraged</title><atom:summary>











And what good does that "outrage" do anyway? Almost always when it comes to an Indian stuck in a foreign land, the sequence of events seem to be:

&gt;concerned
&gt;starting to talk
&gt;unsuccesful in talks
&gt;concerned again
&gt;outraged
&gt;killed&gt;
&gt;sympaties
&gt;the family of the killed 'compensated'

That's it! With its meek foreign policies being around for years, India is standing at a point that </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/04/indian-engineer-killed-in-afghanistan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114558954772960107</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-22T02:26:53.316-04:00</atom:updated><title>GetHuman.Com</title><atom:summary>How often do you feel like a total stupid?Err..never mind! Lets say, how often are you made to feel like a total stupid? I am made to feel that day in and day out - when I find myself holding a customer-care phone line, listening to those tasteless musical tonesAnd i am ashamed of myself when I know the voice on the other side is a machine and I am having to reply to its 'simple questions', like </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/04/gethumancom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114419608331283875</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-10T23:55:01.856-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>I want to melt</title><atom:summary>I want to melt
Melt, so I won't be

So, I don't see this world as opaque as it looks
Only light!
Because Opacity is never all lightright?

I don't want to be seen melting, or molten
By them,
Because 'They' is all I want to melt away fromright?

For, what is the point in being seen melting?
For, what is the point in being seen? For, what is the point in being? For, what is the point? For what?</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-melt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114369591939723925</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-30T01:03:07.223-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>I can't sleep, can you?</title><atom:summary>I sleep peacefully in nights..

Because my India is progressing..a lot of infrastructure, service industries, medical science. So, here's a little quiz on India's progress:

This morning, I saw these 4 headlines in a leading Indian newspaper's site:
Indian IT takes a stride, tops entry list in IT contestStrapping NRI doc shines in US NavyOffice of profit issue : All parties uniteDoctor jailed for</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-sleep-can-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114255351260520212</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-25T22:50:16.476-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Office</category><title>Pain in the neck</title><atom:summary>Have you ever heard people complain about 'having to' wear neck-ties to work. Many don't say it, they just...well, show it...

The pain they have gone through each day, trying a knot has given birth to some patterns over several decades. Here are a few inventions we owe to these people:

There's one that I call the 'cabbage-knot'. The exact process of tying this knot is not known (I am sure the </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/pain-in-neck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114186442656438265</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-11T19:19:29.533-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Childhood</category><title>Calcium Sandoz</title><atom:summary>How about a little trip down the memory-lane today? Don't worry I am not going to turn pages from my high-school history book - it is about an incident (somewhat funny incident) of my childhood days.

I must have been 6 or 7. And Sharlie (my sister) 4 or 5. We used to play for hours after coming back from school - especially on Saturdays when there was no homework-pressure.

It must have been one</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/calcium-sandoz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114148063868975100</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-16T01:05:36.450-05:00</atom:updated><title>Celebrations!</title><atom:summary>Happy 30th Wedding Anniversary to Ma and Papa!

I wish we were with you right now. Its the moments like this you want to be together - the whole time...

And you know what? Pragya is 3 months old today :) </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/celebrations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114148020320608468</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-05T18:09:54.426-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ouch</category><title>Rain, Rain go away!</title><atom:summary>We came back last night from a dinner, only to find our apartment in a mess. It was the water-heater, throwing out a heavy gush of water.

The carpet was all soaked wet - with the brown rusty stains on the edges. You know how it swishes when you walk in a lawn after it has rained all night?

It just doesn't go well with the sight of your living room!

Our laundry baskets were floating in the </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/rain-rain-go-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114126243685690072</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-24T22:44:23.816-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><title>Who's your daddy?</title><atom:summary>I never understood the depth of it, when people said their lives changed after they had babies. Until of course Pragya came along.

This is specially true with filling forms - with a new baby around, chances are that you're filling forms for her more than anyone else - stuff like: Birth Certificate, Social Security form, Passport et al.

I was filling the Social-Security form for her the other </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/03/whos-your-daddy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114110033478958912</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-10T23:53:22.903-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Office</category><title>Paperless office?</title><atom:summary>Why is it that whenever I wash my face in the men's room at work, they're out of paper towels??

I mean, here you are in the one of your best office-shirts, dripping wet from the forehead down to your chin. And you turn around for paper...Nada!

You look around to see if there're others you could turn to for an answer. But guess what? They seem to take a lesson from you, and don't even wash their</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/02/paperless-office.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114067065711947938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2006 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-28T18:43:16.316-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Childhood</category><title>6th June, 1992</title><atom:summary>I clearly remember the day when my grandpa passed away.

I was 15 and had just passed my 10th grade. It was the same old cruel summers of Delhi. He was in hospital - admitted following a severe heart-attack. We all used to be in hospital pretty much all the time...grandma, papa, ma, chacha (both), chachi (both), bua (both) and all us kids

I, being the oldest grandson in the family, was somewhat </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/02/6th-june-1992.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114027652877125229</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-22T01:26:23.663-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>The 'selfless' sucker</title><atom:summary>Ever wondered what would happen if a vacuum sucked itself? I got this idea while cleaning my vacuum one day with its own hose! It was dirty for some time and I didn't want to wipe that 'stuff' with a paper.

So, imagine turning the hose back to one of the ends of the vacuum and turning the 'sucker' on, full blow..after pulling on the dirt on the plastic body, the hose might suck those loose </atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/02/selfless-sucker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114022997720159799</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-27T23:36:42.963-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><title>Doodle</title><atom:summary>I for one, am greatly impressed with how Google is breaking into our lives little by little. No, this is not a sarcastic remark by any means. People tend to hate big companies as they grow larger than life - part of which is a because of the monopolistic approach such companies seem to take. But nevertheless, I think as a consumer, we have a lot to benefit from Google before we start fearing it.
</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/02/doodle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624350.post-114022928647141021</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-28T00:02:15.160-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenthood</category><title>Tee Vee Land</title><atom:summary>She's watching TV today! Yes, already!
So much for the attention problem. She has an idiot-box that'll attend to her..</atom:summary><link>http://rohitwason.blogspot.com/2006/02/tee-vee-land.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rohit Wason)</author></item></channel></rss>
