<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:53:26.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>notebook transformation</title><subtitle type='html'>most of the things that I pen'ed down in my notebooks have either gone awry or are not searchable anymore. the web will be my notebook going forward...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4138556110199166617</id><published>2009-02-17T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:32:38.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yechuri displays simliar understanding</title><summary type='text'>From ET: Notwithstanding the constitutional limitations of an interim budget and a vote on account, the UPA government appears to remain in a state of total denial about the gravity of the impact of the global recession on India. An interim budget can be an expression of the government’s declaration of intent and a balance sheet of its achievements during the last five years — an election </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4138556110199166617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4138556110199166617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4138556110199166617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4138556110199166617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2009/02/yechuri-displays-simliar-understanding.html' title='Yechuri displays simliar understanding'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6053215570762372227</id><published>2009-02-17T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:26:44.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the long run we are all dead</title><summary type='text'>Keynes quipped... no doubt that RBI's fiscal policies will lend a hand, but this article may offer a deeper meaning (published in NY Times).If you were going to turn to only one economist to understand the problems facing the economy, there is little doubt that the economist would be John Maynard Keynes. Although Keynes died more than a half-century ago, his diagnosis of recessions and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6053215570762372227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6053215570762372227' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6053215570762372227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6053215570762372227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-long-run-we-are-all-dead.html' title='In the long run we are all dead'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-7930327856829451312</id><published>2008-12-26T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:39:51.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P. Teas &amp; the Art of Job Selection</title><summary type='text'>In the absence of appropriate information the best course forward is risk diversification to maximize profits. Consumer behavior can be aptly described by their act of ‘not putting all the eggs in one basket’.Having known the fact that buying 3 S.P. teas at tapri will cost you Rs. 15 when a half liter milk packet that costs Rs. 12 would have catered you with 8 S.P. teas at home, you still vote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7930327856829451312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=7930327856829451312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7930327856829451312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7930327856829451312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/12/sp-teas-art-of-job-selection.html' title='S.P. Teas &amp; the Art of Job Selection'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-5194729940848434923</id><published>2008-11-29T05:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:32:20.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>India, again? Should we just write and hope that we performed our duties?</title><summary type='text'>Everyone in India has reacted to what has been going on in Bombay, and everyone feels the same way towards what has happened. But will anything chance just because we are showing solidarity in the testing moments? The most that will happen, what I see, is that the politicians will be made scapegoats to rest our anger and that we will move with our indifferent views toward life. Everyone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5194729940848434923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=5194729940848434923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5194729940848434923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5194729940848434923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/11/india-again-should-we-just-write-and.html' title='India, again? Should we just write and hope that we performed our duties?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-8015776726321021405</id><published>2008-11-28T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:11:27.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hammer them down.</title><summary type='text'>Non-conformance to the accepted norms has been the law of the entrepreneurial society. I believe that raising your voice for the right reasons should not conform to the traversed path. Every society needs a non-conformist that can revolutionize an idea to lead the path of innovation. From Henry Ford to Mahatma Gandhi, from Galileo to Pt. Nehru, non-conformists treaded the road less travelled to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8015776726321021405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=8015776726321021405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8015776726321021405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8015776726321021405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-hammer-them-down.html' title='Don&apos;t hammer them down.'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-8015966313789394955</id><published>2008-11-28T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:08:55.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you choose?</title><summary type='text'>Success comes to those who dare to challenge the storm. You don’t capture the mast sitting in the comfort of glass cabin ruing about the ethos that faltered along the way, rather you take the plunge clinging to your will and ethics. People unaware of the consequences may seek the right path to success, but the one who is conscious takes everyone towards the course. The given case reflects an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8015966313789394955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=8015966313789394955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8015966313789394955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8015966313789394955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-would-you-choose.html' title='What would you choose?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4335969287735631861</id><published>2008-08-12T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:13:24.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIM 2008</title><summary type='text'>If human life can be ruled by reasons, then possibility of life is destroyed. But there has been no greater reason than liberation of women that has ruled the history. With Clara Barton founding the American Red Cross, the era of women leading from the forefront had arrived. From occident to occult, women have made their presence felt to the core of societies. We have come a long way from women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4335969287735631861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4335969287735631861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4335969287735631861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4335969287735631861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/08/swim-2008.html' title='SWIM 2008'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-2485262938843643092</id><published>2008-08-03T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:49:16.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they might get it right, eventually</title><summary type='text'>hope is a dangerous thing, but when the next best thing is travesty, i would rather take a step back.there might be a very bleak chance that turn out in our favor, after all, there is no better way to sit back and see chillax; instead of thrusting the head through the wall of bureaucracy. weak! may be! but there is one thing that they do best at the Guest Lectures Inst of Mgmt and that is its '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2485262938843643092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=2485262938843643092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2485262938843643092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2485262938843643092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-might-get-it-right-eventually.html' title='they might get it right, eventually'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4115115788681884966</id><published>2008-07-29T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:49:00.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women as trailblazers</title><summary type='text'>Well! I started writing about it, but didn't find enough patience to complete in time for SWIM. here it goes...a failed attempt.Intelegance :Beyond Elegance     If human life can be ruled by reasons, then possibility of life is destroyed. But there has been no greater reason than liberation of women that has ruled the history. With Clara Barton founding the American Red Cross, the era of women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4115115788681884966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4115115788681884966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4115115788681884966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4115115788681884966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-as-trailblazers.html' title='Women as trailblazers'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6323445486791322054</id><published>2008-07-18T07:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:59:30.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sudio</title><summary type='text'>it feels like that i have got a majors in attending the guest lectures already. it seems to be an oxymoron here; guests are, actually, more than guests here; and, if you take my take on this, are no longer welcome here. they seem more prevalent than the real profs - which sometimes seems funny. and if you just go by the sheer quantity (not quality, mind you) of the information and hours thrown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6323445486791322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6323445486791322054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6323445486791322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6323445486791322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-sudio.html' title='I am Sudio'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-5583572812247201815</id><published>2008-06-27T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:15:48.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get up, stand-up</title><summary type='text'>stand-up for your rights; getup, stand-up, don't give up the fight.Marley had it; i may have it; there are a few more in the world who dare to have it. ain't there a scale to measure the steps that you walked towards achieving it? you achieve it or not is a separate discussion to have, but what's important is that you set the priorities straight and have straight means to achieve the goal - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5583572812247201815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=5583572812247201815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5583572812247201815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5583572812247201815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-up-stand-up.html' title='Get up, stand-up'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4544703307441810785</id><published>2008-06-27T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:20:40.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you notice that too?</title><summary type='text'>Discussion on advertisement is in the air, so here is the tribute:These hoardings send a very deep message across the general public. Some may appreciate them, many would just shrug at them and cross untouched. A few of them have really hit the cord with me.Consider these:1.    Goodwill.org – DONATE YOUR CAR. FREE PICKUPs PROVIDED. Wow! This is just amazing. We are giving you our cars for free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4544703307441810785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4544703307441810785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4544703307441810785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4544703307441810785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-you-notice-that-too.html' title='Did you notice that too?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6949174518306179417</id><published>2008-06-25T10:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:21:08.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't see me tomorrow...</title><summary type='text'>...then goodbye, and good-luck.i don't bitch that often but the open ware has started to transcend the virus through the porous veins of superficiality and finding it's way to the left side of the world. today, sitting here, in the filth of austerity, i am finding no way to dig my karma out. but i can see, for sure, the reason why contempt flashed over the serenity of the flustered face. and more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6949174518306179417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6949174518306179417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6949174518306179417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6949174518306179417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-dont-see-me-tomorrow.html' title='if you don&apos;t see me tomorrow...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-5679789171218590039</id><published>2008-06-21T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:56:22.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and i rest my soul bare...</title><summary type='text'>...may be she attained Moksha and left the cruel world in search of 'the One'.i feel that she had been waiting for that very moment from the time we entered the dungeon of Mr. F. - our landlord. it's been a hide and seek between the crawlers and nocturnal (my roomie and i). may be we invaded their asylum and threatened their very existence in the age of the worthy - to be MBAs. each day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5679789171218590039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=5679789171218590039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5679789171218590039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5679789171218590039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-i-rest-my-soul-bare.html' title='and i rest my soul bare...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-3701348511958300644</id><published>2008-06-16T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:37:02.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VJ’s Classics</title><summary type='text'>It’s ringing in my head, with every alphabet taking the string and striking it with the blow of dissonance. Had it been Robben Ford, my amygdala would have channelized the safe passage and had ‘Let the Baby in’, but a discordant set of curious thoughts doesn’t get a free ride. ‘Is there anybody out there’ that could translate the universally accepted Floyd’s classics in accordance with VJ’s?I don</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3701348511958300644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=3701348511958300644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/3701348511958300644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/3701348511958300644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/vjs-classics.html' title='VJ’s Classics'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-499071097018209919</id><published>2008-06-16T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:36:24.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The final frontier; the first step</title><summary type='text'>You like it or not, the circuitous turn of events will take you back to the same hour of life. The scene is not quite different; smell of ink seeping through the pages; ticking of the piece rising through the head; targeted thoughts run by the minute and stay focused on the dried, dead thoughts of the orator. It’s like coming back to the same life, with listed thoughts setting guide to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/499071097018209919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=499071097018209919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/499071097018209919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/499071097018209919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-frontier-first-step.html' title='The final frontier; the first step'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6218796604028408724</id><published>2008-05-31T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:55:21.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir Infy</title><summary type='text'>last mail from my Infy id...Some reach the destination; some leave the quest in the middle. I will know what it turns out to be for me, but I will certainly cherish the 7.5 yrs that I trod towards the destination. Tomorrow (April 11th) is my last day with Infosys, and I want to thank you all who made the journey memorable. It’s been a great learning experience for me, and I hope that I was able </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6218796604028408724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6218796604028408724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6218796604028408724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6218796604028408724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/au-revoir-infy.html' title='Au Revoir Infy'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-7566362413402341979</id><published>2008-05-24T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:57:33.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IRIS</title><summary type='text'>Sparkle in the eyeShe is trying to hideWalking with the shadowA picture to findWatch her lipsSmiling with the wordsShe is drifting awayLeaving a feeling insideI can love her goodMore than what I shouldI can see her faceBut,Will I know her name?A thought in the airBlushing with what’s fairWaiting for the ages to passMany rains to stopTo see her againFalling with my loveBeckoning a happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7566362413402341979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=7566362413402341979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7566362413402341979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7566362413402341979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/iris.html' title='IRIS'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-5885744049338214430</id><published>2008-05-24T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:04:05.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i do with this?</title><summary type='text'>there couldn't be a better start of the weekend after a few grueling weeks at the bureaucratic layers of the unbureaucratic institution. it's not with the usual sore eyes trying to find the meaning between the mythical lines of superficial world, but something with relief and content. one level above the forehead knocked down all unyielding barriers and resisted successfully till this moment when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5885744049338214430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=5885744049338214430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5885744049338214430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/5885744049338214430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-i-do-with-this.html' title='what do i do with this?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-8760904754094525876</id><published>2008-05-06T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:24:30.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dark of night...</title><summary type='text'>...it is always 3 in the morning.and this night is no different. The day started with a set goal of accomplishing the set targets, of which going to bed on time was on priority. But fate has something else scribbled, hidden behind the monotone of the day. Most of it happened as planned, until we set out to shape the KarmaYoga project. After not so much effort, we found a registered organization, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8760904754094525876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=8760904754094525876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8760904754094525876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/8760904754094525876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-dark-of-night.html' title='In the dark of night...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6183843407354321189</id><published>2008-05-04T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:15:06.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Partial night-outs et al.</title><summary type='text'>no real work has started yet; none of the self-defacing perceptions have skipped through the pages of Empirical studies, but the eyes are sore already and the cerebrum is getting cues to search the way towards the comforting bed. time has rolled back a few years and after mid-night deliberations on unwarranted topics have started to regenerate. it's been an interesting turn of events till date; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6183843407354321189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6183843407354321189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6183843407354321189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6183843407354321189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/partial-night-outs-et-al.html' title='Partial night-outs et al.'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-7448448966852883185</id><published>2008-04-25T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:49:59.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is the essence...</title><summary type='text'>... and hopefully, this time, it is happening for good. If not, I will make it that way. I am back to where I started. Literally. Chennai has an invisible charm (!) that has made its way into my blood stream. I am back on the sweltering roads of Chennai with a faith of starting it all over again - start of a career and a mid-start of the career. It's gonna be one interesting year ahead and I hope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7448448966852883185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=7448448966852883185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7448448966852883185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/7448448966852883185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-is-essence.html' title='Change is the essence...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6247100840129647967</id><published>2008-04-25T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:04:02.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what was i thinking?</title><summary type='text'>Splitting images rest in the past,Fading pages drift in the dark,Leading the hope I turn it clear…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6247100840129647967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6247100840129647967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6247100840129647967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6247100840129647967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='what was i thinking?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4797825442946534268</id><published>2008-04-25T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:03:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>You loved me nice,Embraced me good,Gave me breath, gave me truth,Walked besides holding my hand,Were the light where darkness prays.You took me high, many ages beyond,Standing ahead of an impending thought,Pulled me out when I dug the hole,You were shining and a ray of hope.Gave me friends, gave me foes,Learning is what you never closed,Losing the sight of the grown ambition,Something doesn’t fit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4797825442946534268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4797825442946534268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4797825442946534268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4797825442946534268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-2272537003458940929</id><published>2007-08-27T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:18:11.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Be My Light</title><summary type='text'>It ain't the phrase what the Renaissance protagonist would have said to a rosy face, smiley eyes effervescent beauty. For that matter, it ain't the catchy phrase that I am saving for my lover. And for heavens sake, it is not what Ameren UE is leaving on my voice mail.  What is it then? Is that something potent enough to make somebody 'a saint' a sinner? This is what Mother Teresa has 'supposedly'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2272537003458940929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=2272537003458940929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2272537003458940929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2272537003458940929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/come-be-my-light.html' title='Come Be My Light'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-2143438558719756142</id><published>2007-04-02T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:28:03.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some things are just meant to happen,</title><summary type='text'>so does getting to read something extraordinary just for the fact that you didn't find anything else to read. and a feeling to surrender to someone else's philosophy to take you deep into the process of assessing your own life. this is what happened when i surrendered my thoughts to keep up with a goonda. a gangster. no, i didn't join a cult group or a faction. i just finished reading Shantaram -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2143438558719756142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=2143438558719756142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2143438558719756142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/2143438558719756142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-things-are-just-meant-to-happen.html' title='some things are just meant to happen,'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-883858265238987722</id><published>2007-03-29T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:43:29.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>disbelief or discontent?</title><summary type='text'>you stand infront of the mirror, you dig into your soul, ponder over the things that you can't understand and, finally, give up the spirit that keeps you from losing. is it the belief that you can't hold upon, or is it that you are not content with the status you have achieved? is one leading to another and running in circles? or, am i losing a good frame of mind? this is sick... when you start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/883858265238987722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=883858265238987722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/883858265238987722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/883858265238987722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/disbelief-or-discontent.html' title='disbelief or discontent?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-4045754463576567234</id><published>2007-03-24T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:07:55.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoo haa India. Aaya India</title><summary type='text'>so the wait is over now; no more sleepless nights; no more baseless discussions during office hours; no more throwing blame on 'The Fantastic 11'. The Indian team is coming home and that 's the truth. It's the time when the saints think that everything stands against them, and they are left stranded in the middle to face the apocalypse. But is it just that? The saints are standing against their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4045754463576567234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=4045754463576567234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4045754463576567234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/4045754463576567234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoo-haa-india-aaya-india.html' title='hoo haa India. Aaya India'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-6857478825758691032</id><published>2007-01-10T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T03:45:49.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the queue will always be there</title><summary type='text'>monday morning, steering to the corner,tapping windows, following the grind,twenty cars, a thought brushed my mind,the queue will always be there.screeching buses, rushed to the gates,checking the bags, passing them clear,we carrying a gun, what they fear,hey! the queue will always be there.walked a mile, ran to the loo,strangling bodies, urging to clear,heard the voice, coming my way,the queue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6857478825758691032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=6857478825758691032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6857478825758691032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/6857478825758691032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/queue-will-always-be-there.html' title='the queue will always be there'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-116524591489405354</id><published>2006-12-04T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:18:45.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>will I call it quits - a travelogue</title><summary type='text'>...you must be kiddin'&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  This is the time when the core reality knocks the door of the farce world. The imminent is what that holds the truth. It is not what you think is right, but it is what the life makes you realize on every turn.nayy, I am not upto writing some philosophical finding that I dug over the weekend, but to try putting down my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/116524591489405354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=116524591489405354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/116524591489405354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/116524591489405354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/will-i-call-it-quits-travelogue.html' title='will I call it quits - a travelogue'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-115426249531875503</id><published>2006-07-30T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:42:57.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I couldn't think it over anymore...</title><summary type='text'>Slap! Slap! it's globalization stupid!Today, it's everywhere; it's the most potent force that is sweeping Indian streets and minds. From the moment you wake-up to the moment you lie down. It's hitting us every moment in ever different forms you can even imagine. We have started to take it as a part of our daily life and culture that we don't assume that it is not our's. Yes, we have adopted it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115426249531875503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=115426249531875503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115426249531875503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115426249531875503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-couldnt-think-it-over-anymore.html' title='When I couldn&apos;t think it over anymore...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-115287537742320753</id><published>2006-07-14T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:18:11.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Indians come cheap</title><summary type='text'>Despite that fact that The India Factor has terrorized the world over, we Indians come cheap. In real terms. The ideas that affect the generation, the relationship that kills the nation and the need that exploits the beliefs are all make we Indians cheap. From government policies that languish the freedom of speeh (ah! blocked my 'c' already) by blocking the blog contents, to the ever scorned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115287537742320753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=115287537742320753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115287537742320753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115287537742320753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-indians-come-cheap.html' title='We Indians come cheap'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-115269786761552313</id><published>2006-07-12T05:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:18:15.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu F1</title><summary type='text'>     Finally, he got it straight and decided to move under the shadow of his previous boss 'Ganassi'. He has been a phenomenon on the F1 circuit and would certainly leave a void in the line-up. After his debut in 2001, he rose to the ranks where the likes of Shumi were apprehensive about getting past this guy; the perfect attitude towards the game and spirit to fight till the end made this guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115269786761552313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=115269786761552313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115269786761552313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115269786761552313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/07/adieu-f1.html' title='Adieu F1'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-115269741315824540</id><published>2006-07-12T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:02:57.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the legend lives on</title><summary type='text'>ZZ will remain ZZ in the eyes and hearts of his fans and admirers. No matter what a 30% of French says that he led them to defeat, he will stay a legend and a wonderful player to most of the French and others around the world. A lot has been talked and judged on what happend on the pitch on that fateful day, but the truth may never come out fully. Would he be repeating the same hall-of-shame </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115269741315824540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=115269741315824540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115269741315824540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115269741315824540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-legend-lives-on.html' title='...and the legend lives on'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-115073728707461026</id><published>2006-06-19T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:58:59.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I give a damn...</title><summary type='text'>It's funny that whenever I see this logo (of Deccan airlines) I get into a mode of criticizing the advert that made it public. What was the promotion manager thinking when he/she designed this logo? Oh! I got it. In any case, Deccan is not going to pay me much, so why bother. I give a Damn! And that's where this all started and made into the books of cheapest logo of all times.Alright, I up my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115073728707461026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=115073728707461026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115073728707461026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/115073728707461026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-give-damn.html' title='I give a damn...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114944428266932983</id><published>2006-06-04T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:04:42.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>same old tactic...</title><summary type='text'>are they back to the same tactic? Or, is it just another innocent giveaway?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114944428266932983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114944428266932983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114944428266932983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114944428266932983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/06/same-old-tactic_04.html' title='same old tactic...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114928123539747844</id><published>2006-06-02T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:53:56.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do I code?</title><summary type='text'>Is it just Leonardo Da Vinci (from Vinci), or Dan Brown, or it's me (and my group) who tried decode the fickle mystery of time? I finally got a chance to go for the movie and to grasp why there is so much flurry about this movie. Or, the book for that matter. Now, I feel it is a good time to grab the book and decode what is already decoded.So what do you learn after watching this movie? It is, to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114928123539747844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114928123539747844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114928123539747844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114928123539747844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-i-code.html' title='do I code?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114857970282453371</id><published>2006-05-25T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:55:02.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservation - the deewar within</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114857970282453371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114857970282453371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114857970282453371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114857970282453371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/reservation-deewar-within.html' title='Reservation - the deewar within'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114849574050492594</id><published>2006-05-24T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:35:40.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MNCs - we simply hang them down</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114849574050492594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114849574050492594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114849574050492594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114849574050492594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/mncs-we-simply-hang-them-down.html' title='MNCs - we simply hang them down'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114820033239808167</id><published>2006-05-21T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:01:20.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cast and creed</title><summary type='text'>How far do you think we can take this cast mantra and win the score for us? Is it really too dificult to see and feel the world we live in shed our baseless beliefs and think for the common good? Or is there a perception problem here? Or do we still believe in divide-and-rule policy mastered by the English? I sincerely believe that we haven't learnt anything in last 59 yrs, and still dance to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114820033239808167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114820033239808167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114820033239808167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114820033239808167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/cast-and-creed.html' title='cast and creed'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114820028795381253</id><published>2006-05-21T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:04:20.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then she lost her virginity</title><summary type='text'>ah! my car, btw.Have you ever got a feeling that something is going to happen and there is little you can do about it? Did some cues ever try to warn you and make you presage about what's coming next? Did you ever try to read into those premonitions and act for it? In this case, I didn't.Yesterday, for some reason, it struck my mind how would it be to hit heads-on with a speeding vehicle. I gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114820028795381253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114820028795381253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114820028795381253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114820028795381253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-then-she-lost-her-virginity.html' title='and then she lost her virginity'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114805438982242274</id><published>2006-05-19T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:56:03.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you too...</title><summary type='text'>while I write this, I am listening to 'running to stand still' - the joshua tree by U2. if you look back you would see that not much has changed with U2, but their popularity and bono's efforts to change the world. I was reading bono on bono by micha ass-a-yas :o) this morning; I was looking for this book from quite some time and last week I got my hands on it.I have just read the first chapter, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114805438982242274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114805438982242274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114805438982242274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114805438982242274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-too.html' title='you too...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114805424227965277</id><published>2006-05-19T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:25:30.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the ripple effect</title><summary type='text'>in India, movies go beyond the movie halls and find a place in our daily chores, and the attitude we carry. they surely pronounce the thoughts more aggressively and vividly. one might argue that the recent protest against the reservation proposition is a direct effect of Rang De Basanti. it might be so. but is it true that doctors and students are making a cause of a benign intention?if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114805424227965277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114805424227965277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114805424227965277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114805424227965277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/05/ripple-effect.html' title='the ripple effect'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-114519748083463851</id><published>2006-04-16T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:24:40.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VAYU @ NJJBTB</title><summary type='text'>from last couple of months i didn't write much on this blog; i 've just been moving off and on and not getting a kick to write something that is worthful for 10 minutes of writing. things of the past. the past was the long weekend and i had nothing specific planned but to kill time at home; listening to Satch's latest album 'super colossal'; reading some thing and something like that. but the eye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/114519748083463851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=114519748083463851' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114519748083463851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/114519748083463851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/04/vayu-njjbtb.html' title='VAYU @ NJJBTB'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113948278027909087</id><published>2006-02-09T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:03:41.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, this is what we do!</title><summary type='text'>Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Mulayam Singh Yadav is seen being weighed in blood donated by Prajapati Samaj at a rally in Lucknow on WednesdayYou may never this image ever again, so I took the onus of putting it in the annals so as not to forget what our (read: public) blood means to these heavyweight - literally or otherwise - politicians. Who on earth can think of something as stupid or immature</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113948278027909087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113948278027909087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113948278027909087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113948278027909087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-this-is-what-we-do.html' title='yes, this is what we do!'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113863799230372227</id><published>2006-01-30T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:56:21.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is an Xbox</title><summary type='text'>ah! atleast, here is Chennai...Okay, I am not a video game buff, but it won't take much before I will be in a league of the pros. All I need to do is just follow the rhythm of the day and do the daily chores to appreciate the unappreciated way of life. You step on the road and you realize that you have entered the Matrix and there is no turning back. It is the red pill you take everyday to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113863799230372227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113863799230372227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113863799230372227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113863799230372227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-xbox.html' title='Life is an Xbox'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113594068995173411</id><published>2005-12-30T05:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:04:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lover in me is a lover in you...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113594068995173411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113594068995173411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113594068995173411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113594068995173411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/12/lover-in-me-is-lover-in-you.html' title='lover in me is a lover in you...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113593879303149168</id><published>2005-12-30T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:30:38.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky or desperate?</title><summary type='text'>- Tsunami 181,000 died- Numerous day-time rape cases in Delhi- Girl raped by police (Mumbai)- Floods in Mumbai- Floods in B'lore, Chennai- Stampede in Chennai- Bomb Blasts in Delhi - diwali- BPO girl raped and killed in B'lore- Indiscriminate shoot out at IISc B'lore- Riots in Gurgaon (Honda workers)- Kashmir earthquake 80,000 died- Delta express accident (hyderabad)- protest agaist reservation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113593879303149168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113593879303149168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113593879303149168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113593879303149168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/12/lucky-or-desperate.html' title='lucky or desperate?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113583772167591297</id><published>2005-12-29T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:28:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What plan do you have?</title><summary type='text'>What do you plan to do this New Year’s Eve? This is an ever probing question that haunts most of us – evidently, just two days before the big day. By this time all of the clubs and pubs would have over-booked their repertoires and you will have no other go but to plan something on your own. Essentially, because you don’t want to carry a sorry face around, suggesting that, yeah! I screwed-up again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113583772167591297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113583772167591297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113583772167591297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113583772167591297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-plan-do-you-have.html' title='What plan do you have?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113576453561887872</id><published>2005-12-28T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T05:08:55.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity - random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>some things that come in mind when the clock rolls over to the new era. here are a couple random'iese.1. buy a submerged island along the andaman 'n nicobar coast. this may help setting up new jobs for the fishermen and provide rising opportunities.2. save the cows - kill more chicken. but one way or other you are killing the beast; try to spare both.3. as more villagers are heading towards city </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113576453561887872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113576453561887872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113576453561887872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113576453561887872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/12/insanity-random-thoughts.html' title='Insanity - random thoughts'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-113569135825795082</id><published>2005-12-27T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:47:27.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote : un-quote</title><summary type='text'>   The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.' Ronald-Reagan     I don't hate my enemies. After all, I made 'em. -Red Skelton, comedian    If you get up every morning feeling pained to go to work, it is time for a switch. If you do follow your dream, you will be a wizard at what you do because you will give it your all. Have a dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/113569135825795082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=113569135825795082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113569135825795082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/113569135825795082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-un-quote_27.html' title='quote : un-quote'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-112667805925437700</id><published>2005-09-14T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:07:39.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Relief Fund</title><summary type='text'>amazon, as always, is hosting a webpage to help who wants to contribute to the cause; here is the link:http://www.amazon.com/paypage/PELYGQVJ8Q7IBFor more information about the American Red Cross, please call 1-800-HELP NOW or visit www.redcross.org. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/112667805925437700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=112667805925437700' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/112667805925437700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/112667805925437700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-relief-fund.html' title='Katrina Relief Fund'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-111446966613666645</id><published>2005-04-25T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:41:41.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryst with Indian Classical</title><summary type='text'>It's not the first time that this question popped-in my mind: why do I do things that I know I am going to regret later? Is it that I love experiencing the extremities of life, or that I am in a schizophrenic state that I can't decide what I like, or that I have lost grandeur allusions towards aesthetic beauty of my thoughts? whatever it may be, the fact is that I am one of the worst consumer of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/111446966613666645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=111446966613666645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/111446966613666645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/111446966613666645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/04/tryst-with-indian-classical.html' title='Tryst with Indian Classical'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-111394237048067823</id><published>2005-04-19T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:26:10.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half-Truth of First-Mover Advantage</title><summary type='text'>Harvard Business Review Online | The Half-Truth of First-Mover Advantage</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/111394237048067823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=111394237048067823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/111394237048067823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/111394237048067823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/04/half-truth-of-first-mover-advantage.html' title='The Half-Truth of First-Mover Advantage'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110981386791116905</id><published>2005-03-02T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:37:47.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yanni' ing</title><summary type='text'>it's been couple of days, but I still couldn't contemplate the thought that why should one go and watch Yanni in-Concert. I am not able to bring forth one good reason as to why this guy is a prolific musician. I may need to borrow someone else's vision to give Yanni a serious consideration because there is nothing good that I can find in this person. Is he a great musician - I don't conceive so; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110981386791116905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110981386791116905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110981386791116905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110981386791116905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/03/yanni-ing.html' title='Yanni&apos; ing'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110945530724904025</id><published>2005-02-26T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:01:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my office - messy as ever...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110945530724904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110945530724904025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110945530724904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110945530724904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-office-messy-as-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110918821273710121</id><published>2005-02-23T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:44:40.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Tepper (CMU)</title><summary type='text'>coming up...the marvelous experience...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110918821273710121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110918821273710121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110918821273710121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110918821273710121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/visit-to-tepper-cmu.html' title='Visit to Tepper (CMU)'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110876939449104027</id><published>2005-02-18T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:52:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Cornell (Johnson)</title><summary type='text'>Johnson was one place I really wanted to visit. I have had researched so much on the school that I couldn't possibly have missed the chance to experience it in-person. I reached Ithaca at four in the morning, called a cab to the hotel, had a short two hours sleep and here I am standing afront the Sage Hall. It was snowing outside and being a Floridian I was having a hell of a difficulty adjusting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110876939449104027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110876939449104027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110876939449104027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110876939449104027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/visit-to-cornell-johnson.html' title='Visit to Cornell (Johnson)'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110876934655069409</id><published>2005-02-18T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:52:25.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Yale</title><summary type='text'>Finally, I am done with my interview and rest of the process at Yale. I understand that most of the people consider Yale as a back-up, but, candidly, this school provides best of the resources that an MBA needs. You get good brand name; you get proximity to NY; Consulting firms consider Yale 'the one to go for' - well! if you are looking at consulting as your career; you get unmatched resources </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110876934655069409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110876934655069409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110876934655069409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110876934655069409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/visit-to-yale.html' title='Visit to Yale'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110833732396377584</id><published>2005-02-13T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:56:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlottesville area and Monday at Darden</title><summary type='text'>It is not very often that I get up early in the morning and get ready for something, but today was different. I got up early and ran out to check out of the hotel and rushed to Darden. It was raining and was 'Darden-Cold' - you can just imagine what I mean. Anyway, I reached the school and was all lined up for the whole day activity. I think their mail system blew off, so my host didn't get an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110833732396377584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110833732396377584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110833732396377584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110833732396377584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/charlottesville-area-and-monday-at.html' title='Charlottesville area and Monday at Darden'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110833726052837290</id><published>2005-02-13T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:52:47.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Darden</title><summary type='text'>I got up two hours after the alarm 'rang and died' in vain. I guess, I was tired after a long stroll around Independence Avenue in DC. But I was too excited about visting the Darden School, so I got up and asked the hotel's reception to call in a cab. In the interim, I talked to manager - a nice guy - of the hotel; he gave me pretty good information about the Charolettesville area. This town </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110833726052837290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110833726052837290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110833726052837290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110833726052837290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/02/visit-to-darden.html' title='Visit to Darden'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110666949755538085</id><published>2005-01-25T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:42:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swastika - is it ours?</title><summary type='text'>I had accepted this symbol to be the soul of Hinduism and good charm for Jainism and Buddhism, but it was lost in the memories of the recent past. Lately, it drew my attention after Prince's unscrupulous attempt to display it in public and after Hindus' push over getting its reverence back to their culture.is it revered or cursed? Or has it lost its innate respect b/c of the mindless use of it to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110666949755538085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110666949755538085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110666949755538085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110666949755538085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/01/swastika-is-it-ours.html' title='Swastika - is it ours?'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110662949528517159</id><published>2005-01-25T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:40:35.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is sacrifice the only way to lure god? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110662949528517159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110662949528517159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110662949528517159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110662949528517159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-sacrifice-only-way-to-lure-god.html' title=''/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110654471897163404</id><published>2005-01-23T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:39:19.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nanotechnology - i am astonished</title><summary type='text'>am I going nuts, or is science pulling in the exteremes? does our future, really,  hold nanotechnology?It's a question to which only the future can provide the answer. The human race to reverse the nature's laws, or mould them, has surpasses any known revolution or evolution on earth. Does the ultimate cure to all the diseases lies in *nanotechnology*?The push to this comes from we human's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110654471897163404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110654471897163404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110654471897163404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110654471897163404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/01/nanotechnology-i-am-astonished.html' title='nanotechnology - i am astonished'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110633618621887151</id><published>2005-01-21T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:36:26.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Presidents</title><summary type='text'>had a discussion with my friends over the number of terms that a prez can assume the office. here is an excerpt from wikipedia :After Franklin Roosevelt's death, many desired to establish a firm constitutional provision barring presidents from being elected more than twice; hence, the Twenty-second Amendment was adopted. Under the amendment, no person may be elected president more than twice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110633618621887151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110633618621887151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110633618621887151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110633618621887151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/01/american-presidents.html' title='American Presidents'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110633276079079450</id><published>2005-01-21T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:43:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the next big thing...</title><summary type='text'>I stayed till 3 in the morning to watch India's first and, possibly, awomen tennis torch-bearer's clash with Sarena at Vodafone's court inMelbourne. I accept that I didn't have high expectation from what Sarniacould play, but I must say, I was astonished. She is a wounderful player.And that from a place where no women tennis player has emerged and becameglorious. I certainly have high bets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110633276079079450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110633276079079450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110633276079079450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110633276079079450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2005/01/next-big-thing.html' title='the next big thing...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110426018873427289</id><published>2004-12-28T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:17:10.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami help...</title><summary type='text'>Organizatios/Forums who are carrying relief/donation operations:India: Prime Minister's National Relief Fund, by bank transfer, or by credit cardReliefweb (United Nations office)Malaysian Bloggers FundRed Cross Online DonationsOxfam online donationMédecins Sans Frontières (MSF) - InternationalRamdhan Yadav's India Tsunami Relief Fund Raising via PayPal or credit cardhttp://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110426018873427289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110426018873427289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110426018873427289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110426018873427289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-help.html' title='Tsunami help...'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110418064968845039</id><published>2004-12-27T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:50:49.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tsunami factor</title><summary type='text'>is living on the earth getting dangerous? should we seriously anticipate the mars exploration? i personally think that would be a better way to go. in last couple of the mother nature shook me to the bottom with horrendous hurricanes and, now, tsunamis in SE asia.early saturday morning i read the news that SriLanka was hit by an earthquake and 100s have died in the wake, but Sunday morning came</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110418064968845039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110418064968845039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110418064968845039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110418064968845039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-factor.html' title='the tsunami factor'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110403794452279789</id><published>2004-12-25T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:09:20.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mba yellows</title><summary type='text'>it 's been a nice day today; it was drizzling the whole day long with a mild chill in the weather. it was a gorgeous faded look outside my 6x7 feet window - it felt like that spring is already there. but I had to sit infront of the window with MS-word gazing at me to formulate the strategy to churn down a bit of Cornell's essay, and think something tangible about my life for the Darden's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110403794452279789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110403794452279789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110403794452279789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110403794452279789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/mba-yellows.html' title='mba yellows'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110386738929768907</id><published>2004-12-24T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:49:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mba greens</title><summary type='text'>    got up in the morning with a heavy head; i think, the final pages of research are getting over my head. it was a pleasant day; not too hot, not too cold. just perfect before the bells starts ringing for Christmas. didn't feel like going to the office, but had to talk to my manager regarding the reco and had to meet my mentor too. the highways were all deserted; it felt like that I was driving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110386738929768907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110386738929768907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110386738929768907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110386738929768907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/mba-greens.html' title='mba greens'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110378373194336270</id><published>2004-12-23T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:37:13.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the feel good factor</title><summary type='text'>it happened exactly a week back, but I can still see it crisp and hear it loud and clear. I was at her office to discuss some official issue. we were generally talking about the people at office and life outside. and what all each is doing during holidays. i just felt that she was upset with something; she just said that it is just the work pressure and looked at the computer screen as if she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110378373194336270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110378373194336270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110378373194336270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110378373194336270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/feel-good-factor.html' title='the feel good factor'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-110365552654249124</id><published>2004-12-21T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:58:46.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mba blues</title><summary type='text'>    after a long jostle with the school's website, adcom's comments, student's interviews when i sit down and try think of the outcome, i find that this is no way turing towards an easy way. there are too many complexities that need to be answered to get into the school. there is not much time left for R2 and there is plenty of research needs to be done before hitting the submitt button.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/110365552654249124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=110365552654249124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110365552654249124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/110365552654249124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/12/mba-blues.html' title='mba blues'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109954310267300542</id><published>2004-11-03T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:38:22.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a 'to' z</title><summary type='text'>aesthetic senses blown up high,berated feelings washed too dry,cajoling hands makin' you cry,dwindling care settin' you sigh.emancipating the dark from inside,fledgeling thoughts comes by,gleefully you are on the sky,harbinger of spring comin' y'r way.like an icing that don't dry,the final juggle with the life,try kindling the spirits high,letting I [sic] make y'u mine.i maunder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109954310267300542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109954310267300542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109954310267300542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109954310267300542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-z.html' title='a &apos;to&apos; z'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109954032578138174</id><published>2004-11-03T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:52:05.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ash</title><summary type='text'>too many opinions, too many hand-outs, so many features, so many pictures; can we really believe what we believe? there are just too many opinions around that it is difficult or rather horredous to bring forth your opinion. but, why someone keep an opinion about someone else? is that what we are put up with? I guess, this is the natural to get on to an opinion about a position that one can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109954032578138174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109954032578138174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109954032578138174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109954032578138174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/11/ash.html' title='ash'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109867312341146470</id><published>2004-10-24T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:02:51.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>times square-the best of</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109867312341146470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109867312341146470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109867312341146470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109867312341146470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/times-square-best-of.html' title='times square-the best of'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109694612607121865</id><published>2004-10-04T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:55:44.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one fav - learning to live</title><summary type='text'>There was no time for painNo energy for angerThe sightlessness of  hatredslips awayWalking through winter streetsaloneHe stops and  take a breathWith confidence and self-controlI look at the world  and see nounderstandingI'm waiting to find some senseof  strengthI'm begging you from thebottom of my heart to showme  understandingI need to live lifeLike some people never willSo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109694612607121865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109694612607121865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109694612607121865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109694612607121865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-fav-learning-to-live.html' title='one fav - learning to live'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109692209328790133</id><published>2004-10-04T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:35:31.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><summary type='text'>Loveto a one who never got the desiredfelt a gust on the side;undulating emotions along the tide;with a word in my mind;looking at you with the stoned eyes.sitting on the edge of sweet emotion;longing to see a pearl in the eye;a wave on the cheek, a drop on the lip;zephyr from inside coming unto me.can't resist to have a gaze;a touch can set the feeling ablaze;beautiful moment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109692209328790133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109692209328790133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109692209328790133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109692209328790133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109692206917165083</id><published>2004-10-04T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:35:45.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For The First Time</title><summary type='text'>For The First Timeits a hot tuesday morning in april;bubbles bursting near to the heart;know not how to say a word;how to make the one realize.started off with a light note;not a clue how to quote a thought;don't know how to express;never want that feeling to supress.not an idea what 's that side;but, need to express what 's inside;sometime feel to let it go;but, that 'll make my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109692206917165083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109692206917165083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109692206917165083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109692206917165083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-first-time.html' title='For The First Time'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109691849549764646</id><published>2004-10-04T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:34:55.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>office quirks</title><summary type='text'>the pain designs the way towards the daysitting numb with aurora turning graystill a gest to follow, a duty to subsidethe burden of the shine is coming unto me.yearing for a soothing wordsadding upon the sedentary skillsswitching the sides to comfort the gazearia infront of me seems nothing but a maze.waiting the hour to click the peakrunning around to assuage the painmany quirks are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109691849549764646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109691849549764646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109691849549764646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109691849549764646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/office-quirks.html' title='office quirks'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109692203586370364</id><published>2004-10-04T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:36:15.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feeling</title><summary type='text'>A Feelinghad some alien feeling with the first ray;felt like missing something by the side;wishing for that voice to hit the cord;to make the beat rise up aboard.missing what you said on the door;the smile with the feet on the floor;missing the smile on the sky;like a bird that can't fly.never had the feeling before;skipped a beat onto a thought;nothing is coming that I can resist;</summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580372.post-109691900528349551</id><published>2004-10-04T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T16:31:44.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G3-Live!</title><summary type='text'>  pls give me a space to hear! so that I can formulate what was never thought. Now, if, who know, you guys are under the mellifluous impression of their music or know of the uneven dexterity on the strings, then dear you are living with the sparse information and in the un-real world. If, yesterday, you were be in the "ruth eckerd hall - clearwater, tampa", you would have realized how the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/feeds/109691900528349551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8580372&amp;postID=109691900528349551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109691900528349551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8580372/posts/default/109691900528349551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesembezzled.blogspot.com/2004/10/g3-live.html' title='G3-Live!'/><author><name>db</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02234157862732686454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R41hLL2spi4/SKyeFGMAiMI/AAAAAAAAANA/H1GjHtbYsfo/S220/Photo-0395.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
