<?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-31565981</id><updated>2012-01-06T20:16:04.135+05:30</updated><category term='salaam-e-ishk'/><category term='it'/><category term='how brain works'/><category term='inertia'/><category term='namesake'/><category term='film'/><category term='review'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Crimson Blues</title><subtitle type='html'>anything which passes through my head, my thoughts, ideas, experiments, confusions, contradictions and hopefully some, by the end atleast some, conclusions, truths.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-884350535803991283</id><published>2012-01-01T20:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:23:49.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rules and me...</title><summary type='text'>

Wrote about corruption and me sometime back...and at the time basically told myself  I won't be corrupt. Will pay the fine or live the hard life, but till its possible, won't be corrupt. 

but then since then, and its not been so long, there have only been a couple of incidents where there was the temptation to bribe, one was for a traffic rule violation (where fine was not even an option </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/884350535803991283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/884350535803991283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/884350535803991283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2012/01/rules-and-me.html' title='Rules and me...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7615620069559472219</id><published>2011-12-06T00:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:14:17.772+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing!!!</title><summary type='text'>










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From Evernote:
   
    

Being honest about being dishonest
   




This blog, crimson blues, starts with a question, to no one but myself, should i start, will i be able to end.But really this was never the start, the start was a black leather jacket notebook, with a pen holder, gifted by my dad. Till date am amazed that he recognised that the lonely me needed an outlet to express myself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7196555695646317672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-honest-about-being-dishonest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7196555695646317672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7196555695646317672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-honest-about-being-dishonest.html' title='Being honest about being dishonest'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6708814061566564806</id><published>2011-10-28T10:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:16:07.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>to the disappearing art of writing in cursive on paper with a fountain pen...</title><summary type='text'>
in a nice plush leather jacket diary gifted by dad with yellowing lined papers, using a thin nib fountain pen filled with royal blue ink in running cursive with a bent left hand...as the writer says...writing is personal, intimate...and brings joy!!!
and to this disappearing art, haven't read a better eulogy - http://moreintelligentlife.com/content/ideas/ann-wroe/handwriting-elegy
PS: as i said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6708814061566564806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-disappearing-art-of-writing-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6708814061566564806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6708814061566564806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-disappearing-art-of-writing-in.html' title='to the disappearing art of writing in cursive on paper with a fountain pen...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8676835342385535462</id><published>2011-10-16T05:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-16T05:34:32.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My dots...connected now!!!</title><summary type='text'>the post is about me...So stop reading right here if not interested. Don't complaint later that you were not warned...


 The thought was there for long time ago, not sure if it originally came after watching the video above.Anyways heres how I ended up doing what I do today...Left handed, write with bent wrist, american style, only in cursive, only with a fountain pen, beautiful handwriting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8676835342385535462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-dotsconnected-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8676835342385535462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8676835342385535462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-dotsconnected-now.html' title='My dots...connected now!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2875090905382794409</id><published>2011-09-25T04:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:43:39.188+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About the forbidden fruit</title><summary type='text'>


   
    
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Something about the forbidden fruit
   



Apple, and not the fruit because a lots been written about that, but the company really. Well lots has been written about it too, and not much I can add, but since I have to defend it day in and day out, thought I'd just settle it once and for all. So next time you get into an argument and find me not defending Apple (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2875090905382794409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-forbidden-fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2875090905382794409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2875090905382794409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-forbidden-fruit.html' title='About the forbidden fruit'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1373072057463698945</id><published>2011-09-19T19:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:47:32.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Random...</title><summary type='text'>

I have for the longest times believed there is no such thing as random. Well when I say for the longest of times, the thought actually came when I was writing my thesis and required a random number generator for some GA work. Excel (yep my thesis was written in the humble Excel) had a random number generator, where you put in an upper value and a lower value and a random number will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1373072057463698945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1373072057463698945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1373072057463698945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-random.html' title='Not Random...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4041838669913744695</id><published>2011-08-26T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:53:37.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The allpowerful almighty...</title><summary type='text'>

With nothing to do, am sitting on my balcony just staring at space n having a text discussion with a friend far away about God...N when the texts started reading like a blogpost, thought I'd rather blog then bore palli to death so here goes..
I don't really believe in God, I have been conditioned to yes, n so out of habit I bow in front of temples n say Jai Bhagwanji whenever wishing good for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4041838669913744695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/allpowerful-almighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4041838669913744695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4041838669913744695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/allpowerful-almighty.html' title='The allpowerful almighty...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7007426735301552807</id><published>2011-08-25T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:37:03.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say what you need to say!</title><summary type='text'>One of the things I love about American Presidents is their speeches. That once a week address to the nation, those state of the Union addresses, that funny speech to the press corps and the adhoc but still well organised, well written conferences they do for every issue, where the press waits for their questions. This is all coordinated by the Press secretary, yep they have a special post to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7007426735301552807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-what-you-need-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7007426735301552807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7007426735301552807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='Say what you need to say!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2894407197641066845</id><published>2011-08-24T10:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:15:01.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>corruption n me...!</title><summary type='text'>


Blogging on th Moleskin iPad app, love the super expensive Moleskin notebooks, this is not bad either.



Have been forced to watch the Anna Hazare protest as am home n he is fav of my mum, and since it will have long lasting effects am kind of pressured to talk about it. Anyways...



Corruption is of two kinds, one where u want to get something done illegaly, or done as per ur terms, could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2894407197641066845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/corruption-n-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2894407197641066845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2894407197641066845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/corruption-n-me.html' title='corruption n me...!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6862144064528545115</id><published>2011-08-16T01:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:32:01.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Post Perfection!!!</title><summary type='text'>
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"Bam...right in the face this time...life hits him again, and flat on his face he falls. Will he be able to get up"



the first thing which came into my head when something happened last week, surprising how now that anything happens, the first thing that comes into your (or at least my head) is a status update. :D. Call it the age of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6862144064528545115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-perfection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6862144064528545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6862144064528545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-perfection.html' title='Post Perfection!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1168983356092026121</id><published>2011-08-12T10:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:34:31.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>missing goofy...</title><summary type='text'>


My life is full of stories or maybe i just make every incident into a story...in any case this was worth sharing...



A friend lost her dog almost a month back...a beautiful lab. If ur a dog lover n have had pets you know it means far more then loosing an inanimate object and just a notch less then loosing a kid!!

And for her, it meant even more because it was her dog, and only her's, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1168983356092026121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/finding-goofy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1168983356092026121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1168983356092026121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/08/finding-goofy.html' title='missing goofy...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8238287741398264889</id><published>2011-04-30T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:43:34.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shor in the city...</title><summary type='text'>Uggg movie with Tushar kapoor...ekta kapoor production...who recommended this...well the great Mai did n so did Karan Johar on tweeter...well let's watch it (the tickets were bought anyways)
And so we walked in, I had seen the promos, expected something like Life in a metro, what I got was life in a metro mixed with slumdog somewhat made on the lines of crash n the ring (just the day count really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8238287741398264889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/04/shor-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8238287741398264889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8238287741398264889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/04/shor-in-city.html' title='Shor in the city...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4990830927232991203</id><published>2011-02-06T00:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:24:38.171+05:30</updated><title type='text'>state of life...</title><summary type='text'>more then 3 months since i blogged, and somehow didn't really miss it either...easy to say had nothing to write, but not really true...events keep on happening, just that have become so used to these events, they don't seem out of place anywhere, are all expected.have been doing a state of life for the last 4-5 years, some on paper, some in a diary dad gifted, some in a private blog...didn't do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4990830927232991203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/02/state-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4990830927232991203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4990830927232991203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2011/02/state-of-life.html' title='state of life...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8182048446968236870</id><published>2010-12-18T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:29:50.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><summary type='text'>I wrote about this sometime back..when i bought my first iPhone. and this topic again came to mind yesterday when I was chided for buying beer glasses for my Angel during the annual Secret Santa. Why was I chided, well because Beer Glasses are not a positive gift...hmm. Well that was always on my mind, but for the lack of finding something which was better, which i liked, i gave this. Plus i knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8182048446968236870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-santa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8182048446968236870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8182048446968236870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4594717564154396219</id><published>2010-12-15T00:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:44:45.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>catching up...</title><summary type='text'>been such a long time i blogged...was driving today and realized that have the posted least number of times this year...well i guess the reason is that all the things that i thought of over the years have already been written about, and unique experiences which make you think don't happen with that frequency. or maybe i have just not being paying attention.I started this blog by a statement - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4594717564154396219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4594717564154396219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4594717564154396219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up.html' title='catching up...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2436110620589829458</id><published>2010-11-21T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:33:23.122+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guzarish...58 things to say!!!</title><summary type='text'>Since the movie was the sad kinds...thought why not just poke a little bit of fun at it so here goes...

1. Must have been difficult to get the mosquito to act in the first scene
2. Congrats Dick you did it (after Dick had a baby). This made me laugh.
3. Euthanasia...and the doc asks...who's going to Indonesia??
4. Suhel Seth here too...hahaha!!!
5. 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Logical reasoning comes out of Darwin's theories, and from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7882084551662670805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/10/selfish-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7882084551662670805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7882084551662670805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/10/selfish-again.html' title='Selfish again!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8463664829790007108</id><published>2010-09-29T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:11:35.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>T-1</title><summary type='text'>my birthday today (well yesterday, but the post was supposed to be written before 12) and i ran an experiment..i always used to think that anyone who knows and cares about me would remember my birthday, and would care enough to wish. I also used to think that birthday calendars, and stuff like FB birthdays made it so easy to wish someone, that the value of that wish went down completely. well so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8463664829790007108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/09/t-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8463664829790007108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8463664829790007108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/09/t-1.html' title='T-1'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7751543553912179931</id><published>2010-09-08T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:59:39.797+05:30</updated><title type='text'>assets...!</title><summary type='text'>day before i visited an old grandfather of mine, 95, almost bedridden and not very senile...i have been seeing him for years now, slowly degrading, lost his hearing many years ago and used hearing aid, and when his wife was alive and very chirpy, when asked how they had survived 75 years of marriage, he used to joke that he would just turn off the hearing aid as soon as she started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7751543553912179931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/09/assets.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7751543553912179931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7751543553912179931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/09/assets.html' title='assets...!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3623882141220652502</id><published>2010-08-28T01:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:21:39.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...in a very very sick state!!!</title><summary type='text'>sick state meaning physically sick, and not otherwise...am sneezing at the rate of 8 per min right now, just hoping my nose won't fall off.anyways first, apologies for the 'look and feel' of the blog, was just messing around, and didn't realise there was no preview mode, lost my original very simple template (which i loved)...and since then just haven't had the heart to even look at the blog, let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3623882141220652502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughtsin-very-very-sick-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3623882141220652502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3623882141220652502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughtsin-very-very-sick-state.html' title='Random thoughts...in a very very sick state!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2324803501693926882</id><published>2010-08-15T22:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:03:10.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India...</title><summary type='text'>its most unlikely of me to write a post titled 'India' on an independence day...too cliched for me...but then had some thoughts and in the mood to write. Make something out of another wasted weekend...i always have maintained that i was to stay in India, how ever convenient life is outside, in US or other developed nations, they after sometime become boring. they have achieved what was to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2324803501693926882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2324803501693926882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2324803501693926882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/india.html' title='India...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1549315534077324855</id><published>2010-08-09T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:20:54.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marry ur best friend..heard and wrtten about many times before. Recently speaking to Mai, I asked her why she loved mohito, idiotic question because if u love someone, there are no reasons to it!!! Anyways after a lot of because and err...and a lot of prodding came the straight answer - "because he is my best friend" made me smile.
Anyways this post is not about marrying ur best friend but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1549315534077324855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/marry-ur-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1549315534077324855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1549315534077324855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/marry-ur-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4835849931972093095</id><published>2010-08-04T00:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:16:04.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>








‎"Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend. But I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room."


Rabindranath Tagore in Gitanjali.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4835849931972093095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/obstinate-are-trammels-but-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4835849931972093095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4835849931972093095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/08/obstinate-are-trammels-but-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6951559021624704601</id><published>2010-07-22T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:29:19.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>leap of faith...</title><summary type='text'>have taken two, and then one more, literally...the first was somewhere in the Himalayas, jumped from one rock to another...those roundish huge rocks weathered by the ganga...i remember i thought for like 20 mins...had two or three false tries...and then i just got tired, and made the jump. hobbled once on landing, but then stablized and...the second was an experience. was at the banks of Powai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6951559021624704601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/leap-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6951559021624704601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6951559021624704601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/leap-of-faith.html' title='leap of faith...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5052645856003174644</id><published>2010-07-18T13:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:27:27.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>understanding kids...</title><summary type='text'>saw the movie Udaan yesterday...not a great movie as per movie standards go, too one dimensional, missed out on the explanations of why, but then it does make you think on you own. The movie is about a teen not  being understood at all, watching the movie, most who have not gone through it as a kid , think its extreme, but it happens, in varying degrees.  mostly it happens but in a very subtle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5052645856003174644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/understanding-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5052645856003174644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5052645856003174644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/understanding-kids.html' title='understanding kids...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3626787886989606061</id><published>2010-07-04T12:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:13:39.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>freedom...how much and why?</title><summary type='text'>Saw a debate on the Supreme Court judgement in India about the right to Freedom of Speech, that it should not be absolute, but with some reasonable restrictions. The debate was on NDTV - the Big Fight. Absolute freedom should be given, but only when the society as a whole and as individuals can use it responsibly. To make sure that the society is responsible, the society has to be mature, mature </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3626787886989606061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/freedomhow-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3626787886989606061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3626787886989606061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/07/freedomhow-much.html' title='freedom...how much and why?'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-264964860115048761</id><published>2010-06-21T08:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:55:53.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time...first post form the iMac i think...anyways, lots has happened over the last quater...life is still the same. :-)everyone thinks i look happier, i do, they ask me, they think i found someone...i just laugh in my head...:-)anyways corporal punishment and dog stories.
hitting kids to discipline them, right, wrong? if ur my age, you must have surely been slapped, caned, punished. Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/264964860115048761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/264964860115048761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/264964860115048761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8985279335809782274</id><published>2010-04-03T10:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:14:10.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I remember watching 'I dream of Jeanie', not really sure what attracted me to it, but two things I remember from that sitcom was how Jeanie would blink her eyes and things would happen. And the other was the bottle she lived in, that purple colored long mouthed bottle which used to have a round sofa set and all comfort you can imagine. We all live in our own Jeanie's bottles. We love to live in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8985279335809782274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-remember-watching-i-dream-of-jeanie.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8985279335809782274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8985279335809782274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-remember-watching-i-dream-of-jeanie.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1381564031880601644</id><published>2010-03-25T10:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:25:40.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>awareness...</title><summary type='text'>so every yoga / meditation class i have attended, the one objective that the trainer has told us is to be more aware. I have always wondered what being more aware is...hearing that butterfly in the traffic, knowing that a  speed breaker is coming. i am the passive kinds, i like to be in a trance always, not spaced out mind  you, but basically i love to be within my own thoughts. and the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1381564031880601644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1381564031880601644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1381564031880601644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/awareness.html' title='awareness...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6230188284649181015</id><published>2010-03-21T00:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:42:09.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the blind side...</title><summary type='text'>so am gonna keep this real short and crisp...the title...is based on the movie, the movie called for a dedication, and so here it is. well the movie is great, and Sandra Bullock was fabulous, she won an Oscar and totally deserved it. Its amazing when people give such unexpected performances. anyways the blog is more about one thought, which was triggered by Bullocks comments in the acceptance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6230188284649181015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6230188284649181015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6230188284649181015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-side.html' title='the blind side...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-299114572629876535</id><published>2010-03-15T09:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:48:45.442+05:30</updated><title type='text'>from the art of living...!</title><summary type='text'>


...and added to by me, hopefully you'll be able to make out which is which!!! :-)
1. the state of being high is very very similar to the state u reach after meditation. First one requires less effort.2. "the most used compartment in a man's brain is the 'nothing compartment" - Russel Peters. "Meditation is nothing but the art of getting to a state of nothingness" - from the Art of Living. "Men</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/299114572629876535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-art-of-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/299114572629876535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/299114572629876535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-art-of-living.html' title='from the art of living...!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6953438358193772456</id><published>2010-02-15T09:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:12:59.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dog vs man...a short story!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6953438358193772456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-vs-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6953438358193772456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6953438358193772456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-vs-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/S3jM6cOUZiI/AAAAAAAACTA/zr9Mu6SZ2bo/s72-c/Man+vs+Dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3048616266288321389</id><published>2010-02-07T02:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:19:48.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dil to bacha hai ji - Part II</title><summary type='text'>the song is here now the post...wanted to see this movie as soon as i saw the preview the first time, and unlike what the reviews said, it was as good as i thought it would be. there was something missing, couldn't make out what though. but then the post is about those subtle hidden things that you can take meaning out of, maybe because you have had similar experiences, or you just connect with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3048616266288321389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/dil-to-bacha-hai-ji-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3048616266288321389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3048616266288321389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/dil-to-bacha-hai-ji-part-ii.html' title='dil to bacha hai ji - Part II'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5154693532950806969</id><published>2010-02-02T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:03:50.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i don't know, you decide...</title><summary type='text'>was on a flight from Ahmedabad to Bangalore yesterday, and something happened, and i can't decide whether i was right or wrong...but am sorry in any case.

so the build up...the flight was 1.5 hours late, it finally arrived and we were comfortably seated. all well till now, the engine starts revving up, u know like just before running down the runway for take-off, how the engine gains full power,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5154693532950806969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-you-decide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5154693532950806969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5154693532950806969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-you-decide.html' title='i don&apos;t know, you decide...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2461598844603893291</id><published>2010-01-13T10:05:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:32:27.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dil to bachcha hai ji...!</title><summary type='text'>was thinking of this some time back...i have gone through such highs and lows, i would expect myself to have become a bit numb, a bit immune. neither am i immune, nor am i numb...am still alive, thankfully!!!and then today found this song...describes my kiddish, always hopeful heart quiet well...if i am asked, and i have been asked,would you prefer a more stable, less eventfull,and ultimately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2461598844603893291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/01/dil-to-bachcha-hai-ji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2461598844603893291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2461598844603893291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2010/01/dil-to-bachcha-hai-ji.html' title='dil to bachcha hai ji...!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4484405577007752750</id><published>2010-01-09T17:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:44:21.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>humility...so undervalued!!!</title><summary type='text'>so a fb status and comments on it. i started bloggin about this twice and stopped...didn't have very clear thoughts about it, but then its something which has been on my mind (and frankly pissing me off) since the start of this year, so here goes.Arrogance, as defined, is the state of having overbearing pride...arrogance gets a lot of mileage, i have seen arrogant people get a lot of attention </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4484405577007752750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1378984490245435920</id><published>2009-12-27T21:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:04:44.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the new age government job...</title><summary type='text'>as soon as you start getting comfortable...its time to quit what you are getting comfortable...that, in my mind, is the only way to keep on moving forward.well yea big big statement, now where it came out from.so when i joined my current job, i knew from the start that this was not what i really wanted to do. frankly, i don't want to do a job, i want something of my own, but this job was not that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1378984490245435920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-age-government-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1378984490245435920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1378984490245435920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-age-government-job.html' title='the new age government job...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2313623047080589321</id><published>2009-12-25T04:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:26:44.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the best way to get over politics is to just work...</title><summary type='text'>thats the last piece of advice my team lead gave me...and for someone i didn't like to start off with, i now find most of what he says very meaningful.i don't really look up to people, the question which is usually asked to people, 'who is your idol?' mostly leaves me baffled. i always sheepishly answer, my dad, which is true but i also know how cliche'd it sounds...i don't really look up to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2313623047080589321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-way-to-get-over-politics-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2313623047080589321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2313623047080589321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-way-to-get-over-politics-is-to.html' title='the best way to get over politics is to just work...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3129204780535067992</id><published>2009-12-20T00:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:28:14.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>we killed our mother...</title><summary type='text'>thats a quote from 'the Avatar' and for me something which, more then anything else sets the movie apart. avatar is a great movie...the Fx made me go 'fuck amazing' after a long time...3D makes it just better. the plot has been used quite a bit, a hero goes to fight someone and finally realizes he is not fighting against the evil, but for the evil, and changes sides and wins the war....but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3129204780535067992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-killed-our-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3129204780535067992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3129204780535067992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-killed-our-mother.html' title='we killed our mother...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5835713858716059020</id><published>2009-12-17T20:36:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:23:08.992+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life at its ironic best...</title><summary type='text'>Scene I9 year old boy, innocence personified, arrives in a new city...goes to his new school, find out his aunt is the principal...aunt asks the teacher to take him to the two sections of Class 5, so that he can choose...boy walks in the lobby, wondering, how do i choose a section...passes by 5A first...peeks in...and the first thing his eyes set on is a girl...and thats all he see's...teacher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5835713858716059020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-at-its-ironic-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5835713858716059020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5835713858716059020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-at-its-ironic-best.html' title='life at its ironic best...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6783356039140792625</id><published>2009-12-13T14:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:11:52.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiger Woods and his 11 mistresses, for almost all of us, its just a news, masala. I like the way he has handled his disgresssions though, very dignified, ironic isn't it. Frankly speaking, i am not opinionated about what he did, its not my place to judge, i don't know the full story, believe no one does. anyways had a theory about this, why the people at the top, people who have proven themselves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6783356039140792625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-and-his-11-mistresses-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6783356039140792625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6783356039140792625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-and-his-11-mistresses-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7984697972720807043</id><published>2009-11-24T12:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:18:00.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>friends..</title><summary type='text'>yup yup...friends again, but this time, not only the sitcom but 'you have clowns for friends' group of friends that i have in blr...i have watched friends everyday for 10 years now...i remember it started on Star World 10 years ago...it started, if i remember right, on the first day of my 12th board exams. if ur an Indian, you know what 12th board is, its basically ur career, and everyone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7984697972720807043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7984697972720807043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7984697972720807043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='friends..'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6020403568326597910</id><published>2009-11-15T14:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:35:47.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>best friend / boy friend</title><summary type='text'>'Marry your best friend, nothing is better' - i read this long time back in an article...Someone asked me, what if you are more compatible with your guy best friend, more then ur boy friend...and that led into a series of conversations on the topic.Well, i think a boyfriend and a best friend are two different things. your expectations are different. you expect support from the best friend, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6020403568326597910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend-boy-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6020403568326597910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6020403568326597910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-friend-boy-friend.html' title='best friend / boy friend'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8366765244392434135</id><published>2009-11-15T14:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:17:10.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its not my cause...</title><summary type='text'>recently there was a some major events, almost a blitz of events celebrating LGBT movement in my workplace...and i was asked many times to join. i didn'tthe celebrations and what they asked for was very valid, acceptance, and the same treatment as everyone else. and i totally agree with it. i don't know if its a natural choice, or something acquired, what ever it is, its a choice, and there is no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8366765244392434135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-my-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8366765244392434135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8366765244392434135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-my-cause.html' title='its not my cause...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-630327995019740960</id><published>2009-11-14T11:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:21:44.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>after a long time...</title><summary type='text'>i have written about association before...am just developing another theory!!!associations are nothing but part of habits, if you take habit as a process, which is done without any thought put into it, by instinct, then associations are the triggers to this process. there are routines in the process, lunch break-teammate-smoking is a routine, with team mate being the association...doesn't make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/630327995019740960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-long-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/630327995019740960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/630327995019740960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-long-time.html' title='after a long time...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7273449249975306493</id><published>2009-09-19T01:52:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:56:52.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>irony at work...</title><summary type='text'>horrible week...working till two in the night on a sick day...and then working late nights everyday till mid week to plan something, push something, negotiating with all and sundry to schedule it...get everything done, then find out the basics are not ready, and get ready to work all night long to get it going...2 hours into the work find out that everything just got cancelled. confirming the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7273449249975306493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/irony-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7273449249975306493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7273449249975306493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/irony-at-work.html' title='irony at work...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2965672756394364766</id><published>2009-09-15T02:04:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:22:44.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work would be so much more fun...if this would happen... well a guy's confession, we all have our muses at work...well not only at work, at the gym, at a party...sad as it is, it is a guy thing... and i can guarantee this for most single guys.but it does make life so much more interesting, you run to mundane work...the video doesn't require a description, it captures the essence perfectly. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2965672756394364766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-would-be-so-much-more-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2965672756394364766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2965672756394364766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/work-would-be-so-much-more-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1001538799559769296</id><published>2009-09-10T01:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:30:32.062+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blinded by love...</title><summary type='text'>so have an eye infection...some kind of conjuctivitis...non communicable and doesn't need me to rest my eyes either...so can't take an off from work, not that i want too...wouldn't know what to do all day long. anyways so had this for two weeks, was just being a lazy ass, am going to ahd so though will get it checked once there, but was up all night yesterday because of the irritation so finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1001538799559769296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/blinded-by-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1001538799559769296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1001538799559769296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/blinded-by-love.html' title='blinded by love...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8324712168431196421</id><published>2009-09-04T09:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:15:23.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>never retire...</title><summary type='text'>parents of people my age are somewhere close to the end of their working lives, close to going into retirements, close to turning 58, the mandatory retirement age in India. Whether they want it or not, whether they are capable of working more or not, retirement is something everyone has to face. for some its just a status (retired hain), but statuses, as i have learned, affect your head more then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8324712168431196421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-retire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8324712168431196421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8324712168431196421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-retire.html' title='never retire...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8222382591024547766</id><published>2009-08-30T05:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T05:59:51.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>whatever gets you going...</title><summary type='text'>well i know some movies where this has been used in a very different sense...but here, it was quoted by the great mai in an elevator, and meant whatever inspires you...forget the context, but somehow found it really powerful. and thought provoking.do the means justify the ends...thats what this statement asks...is flirting justified if it makes you happy, is smoking justified if it helps you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8222382591024547766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever-gets-you-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8222382591024547766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8222382591024547766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/whatever-gets-you-going.html' title='whatever gets you going...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2341993081238517455</id><published>2009-08-24T05:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:48:49.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i told someone its gonna be a packed weekend...well it sure was an eventfull one...a party worth calling a party after a long time...3am trips to get stuff...and discovering that the person you went to get it from and the person you went to get it for, both have crashed...talking to good friends late at night, and then working all evening, being the owner and getting appreciated for it, early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2341993081238517455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-told-someone-its-gonna-be-packed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2341993081238517455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2341993081238517455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-told-someone-its-gonna-be-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/cost-of-not-doing-right-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2922582186895760574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2922582186895760574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/cost-of-not-doing-right-thing.html' title='cost of not doing the right thing...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1913616396032501578</id><published>2009-08-17T10:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:54:57.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>animal conspiracy...</title><summary type='text'>its like all the animals / birds / reptiles are coming together and attacking the human race...bird flu...now swine flu. good for them i say, someone should. anyways just something to start with. and below are just random things somewhere connected to the swine flu...it started in US, and mr shr1 who sits next to me at work, always the funny one, when heard that someone from the ny office was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1913616396032501578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/animal-conspiracy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1913616396032501578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1913616396032501578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/animal-conspiracy.html' title='animal conspiracy...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3862268824881880583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3862268824881880583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder-why.html' title='i wonder why...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1344571399273027521</id><published>2009-08-08T00:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:52:57.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>to the glorified paperweight...</title><summary type='text'>2 years now...and this has been my best gadget ever. a constant companion, useful for everything...the swiss knife of gadgets, now reduced to a paper weight, a super intelligent one at that though i bought it in NY, was the first to in my group, and big group at that. Bought from the 5th avenue apple store, at 12 in the night on a spur of the moment decision. And most importantly without knowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1344571399273027521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-glorified-paperweight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1344571399273027521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1344571399273027521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-glorified-paperweight.html' title='to the glorified paperweight...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-289183498056872566</id><published>2009-08-08T00:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:21:09.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>feel like blogging</title><summary type='text'>not a really good title is it...was bloggin in a bus sometime back on my BB, mailed it to myself.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------One of those times where you really wanna blog but don't know how.Am in a bus going to the airport to pick up dad, first time we will be spending alone time ever.There's a couple sitting opposite to me, at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/289183498056872566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-like-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/289183498056872566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/289183498056872566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-like-blogging.html' title='feel like blogging'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3234759184740376444</id><published>2009-08-06T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:41:25.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fair vs equal...</title><summary type='text'>went through a training the other day, inclusive something, was about how to live in diverse environments...was one of those very lectury kind of trainigns, a lot of gyaan giving. anyways the trainer was an african american, why i mention this, well because during the training he made many refrences to his color, it seems like that was one of the major factors in his life, one of the things which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3234759184740376444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/fair-vs-equal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3234759184740376444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3234759184740376444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/08/fair-vs-equal.html' title='fair vs equal...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-379555619702074369</id><published>2009-07-31T11:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:54:20.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>quit...</title><summary type='text'>for now atleast. long time back, when i started, i wrote this. justifying it. i re-read what i wrote, and even today i agree with it. more so then i used back then actually. then ofcouse the logical question, why quit???, something i have been asking myself since i did, which is about half an hour short of 21.5 days. yes yes, those who quit keep count, in days and hours and minutes...its a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/379555619702074369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/07/quit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/379555619702074369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/379555619702074369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/07/quit.html' title='quit...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6312274941853930993</id><published>2009-07-05T15:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:37:08.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>unITing Bangalore...</title><summary type='text'>when i first came to this city, i was so impressed with it in the first month, i posted this. i titled it bangalored, meaning i was floored by this city. was flattered by the city which was and is so beautiful, it had and has so much to offer. over a period of time i met many who called them selves bangaloreans, people who had lived here for long, for whom this city was their's by default, by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6312274941853930993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/07/uniting-bangalore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6312274941853930993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6312274941853930993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/07/uniting-bangalore.html' title='unITing Bangalore...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2298198552425935910</id><published>2009-06-21T00:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:27:19.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>everyone compromises...</title><summary type='text'>had this long free wheeling discussion with pi yesterday...and she made a statement...everyone compromises. well yes everyone does...but please don't compromise at everything... don't you want to have that one thing, that one dream that u don't want to compromise on...something which u might or might not achieve...but have pursued all ur life with an unwavering focus. maybe an ideal, maybe a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2298198552425935910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-compromises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2298198552425935910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2298198552425935910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-compromises.html' title='everyone compromises...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5380865918814147645</id><published>2009-06-19T23:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:24:41.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>idae for an reality tv show...</title><summary type='text'>there is this new show on ndtv goodtimes...which is one of the few channels showing actually good stuff...and the anchors look intell..anyways the show is ...and kate and 8...a show about this couple who have two 6 years olds and 6 two years olds...its their tagline. i remember that when the couple had this sixtuples (there is some other words but this is the logical word), there were worries how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5380865918814147645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/idae-for-reality-tv-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5380865918814147645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5380865918814147645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/idae-for-reality-tv-show.html' title='idae for an reality tv show...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1101967522717223574</id><published>2009-06-05T09:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:04:45.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>arranged marriages...</title><summary type='text'>its an oxymoron for me, arranged marriage. marriage i always have believed is after love, well actually i truly believe that marriage is not even necessaary. being in love is the only necessity. you might be miles apart, but still can be together. its the thought, the feeling of having someone somewhere which is more important, methinks.anyways, back to arranged marriages. they are unnatural, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1101967522717223574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/arranged-marriages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1101967522717223574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1101967522717223574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/arranged-marriages.html' title='arranged marriages...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4426833842415491312</id><published>2009-06-05T09:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:13:05.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you do / think / use something for long enough and you start getting more out it then its supposed to give...listen to a song over and over again, and it starts making more sense, gives more meaning then i should. you see it in a different light. rock on was a beautiful movie, a movie about how you have to give up your dreams, but also about how you get second chances, just have to take them. a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4426833842415491312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-do-think-use-something-for-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4426833842415491312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4426833842415491312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-do-think-use-something-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8054564825806857057</id><published>2009-04-17T10:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:36:01.541+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it'/><title type='text'>everyone wants to get fired, no one wants to quit though...</title><summary type='text'>seems everyone around me has gotten bored of their jobs...they all are unsatisfied. not that the jobs are bad, but they want more..! its become too mundane, too usual. same issues, same talks, not moving forward. with the recession, there have been a lot of firings all around, and most of us have at one point or another lived in fear of getting fired. but inside, everyone had this hope that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8054564825806857057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyone-wants-to-get-fired-no-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8054564825806857057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8054564825806857057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyone-wants-to-get-fired-no-one.html' title='everyone wants to get fired, no one wants to quit though...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7167782325839671283</id><published>2009-04-14T21:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:01:01.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IPL and Elections</title><summary type='text'>I am not into politics, don't like it, don't really understand it, and there fore don't follow it. and i have this thing that i will never vote, or get a voter's id card made for myself, because i don't think there are any candidates i want to vote for. fact is, i am unaware about the candidates and i don't even make an effort to find out. so the excuse given for not voting is just that, an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7167782325839671283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-and-elections.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7167782325839671283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7167782325839671283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-and-elections.html' title='IPL and Elections'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1067433883522913910</id><published>2009-03-25T16:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:13:52.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pay it forward...</title><summary type='text'>inspiring little movie...pay it forward. propogates a beautiful idea...do three good things to for three different people everytime someone does something good for you. why, because, even though the world is full of good people, it sucks. its not a great place to live in. so do three good things.how do you define a good thing, i define is as anything which makes some one smile, it might not show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1067433883522913910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-it-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1067433883522913910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1067433883522913910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/03/pay-it-forward.html' title='pay it forward...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4454387324963520760</id><published>2009-03-12T21:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:50:49.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jim...</title><summary type='text'>its been more the a month since i last wrote...wonder why?i have written this before, one of the best descriptions of an introver i have heard is that an introver is one who get his/her energy from within. i am one, and have been spending a lot of time now a days with friends. most of my waking hours are around people, friends, colleagues, coffee  wala and random people at the coffee shop and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4454387324963520760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/03/jim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4454387324963520760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4454387324963520760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/03/jim.html' title='jim...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7666722584339999069</id><published>2009-01-31T05:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:55:44.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>choose health..!</title><summary type='text'>Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7666722584339999069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/01/choose-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7666722584339999069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7666722584339999069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/01/choose-health.html' title='choose health..!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8275984687549628405</id><published>2009-01-18T12:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:07:57.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get so many ideas, thoughts at my coffee shop, you get to observer so much. guessing it’s because its a watering hole for people from many different strata's, many different worlds, and i am at my observing best when sipping on that hot strong coffee and puffing on that cigThere was this old guy, shivering, wearing a bori material shawl, shivering...quite sane, begging. Well don’t know exactly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8275984687549628405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-get-so-many-ideas-thoughts-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8275984687549628405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8275984687549628405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-get-so-many-ideas-thoughts-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/SXLYNo7muwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/z_cu8WPAVNU/s72-c/OldPeople+at+the+coffee+shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6011439173345145685</id><published>2009-01-04T13:42:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:44:25.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so can't find a suitable title for this one...but the post is about some movies i saw over the past two three weeks...starting with rab ne bana di jodi...australia...and ghajini.  also the fact that i am watching this 'chicks on flicks' film review show alongside...a show where two (seemingly hot intellectual girls, but i really think its not really their thoughts but a script they are reading </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/SWB721n4cDI/AAAAAAAAAco/M901LCnYtgQ/s72-c/IMG_0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1259874627674633570</id><published>2009-01-01T18:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:08:32.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>new year...</title><summary type='text'>for the lack of a better title...and since its new year, day one of 365 similar days!!!i have come to know the value of expecting less. of expecting nothing. its the only way to live a happy life, because if u expect less, expect nothing everything is more then what u expected...i know u must be going duh...when u don't expect anything of anyone, everything they do for u is like a bonus...life if</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-8087774463354401858</id><published>2008-12-28T04:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:13:51.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ironies in the life of a bespectacled man...</title><summary type='text'>of all people wearing specs i believe. apolgies for the sexist 'bespectacled man' but then it is about me, although through me, i am trying to tell the stories of everyone with four eyes...(thats what friends in school used to call me)anyways, back to the topic. i wear specs, have a high power, and cylindrical, which basically means me grazing on a tonne of carrots is not gonna make any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/8087774463354401858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/ironies-of-bespectacled-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8087774463354401858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/8087774463354401858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/ironies-of-bespectacled-man.html' title='ironies in the life of a bespectacled man...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5751202447645430195</id><published>2008-12-14T21:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:47:47.434+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRICK-N-TREAT: A researcher asks dogs to perform a trick for a reward. But when one dog gets no reward, and then sees another get a sausage for doing the same trick, it refuses to perform the trick againa times of india article, something which every dog owner already owners. dogs have the same feelings we do...all animals do. my jeanie, actually waits for jimmy to have his fill of food, and once</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5751202447645430195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/trick-n-treat-researcher-asks-dogs-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5751202447645430195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5751202447645430195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/trick-n-treat-researcher-asks-dogs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/SUUvZ0ekuSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dQbmQP9b_JQ/s72-c/getimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3426717993872179298</id><published>2008-12-14T01:02:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:31:47.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dil se and a dog</title><summary type='text'>so the place i go to drink coffee every morning or afternoon (depends on when i am going to work), well the house next to this coffee place...has two dogs. one a huge and beautiful great dane. pic is in my other blog. huge as in huge...u should see it jump. anyways, its not about him, but more about the other one...who, i don't why, is always kept out of the house. i know dog lovers, and i think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3426717993872179298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/dil-se-and-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3426717993872179298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3426717993872179298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/dil-se-and-dog.html' title='dil se and a dog'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-265365172922216814</id><published>2008-12-06T15:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:46:29.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>similar...lives and people!!!</title><summary type='text'>a long time back when i told my parents about this girl and our circumstances...my mom went 'history repeats itself' and i was surprised. slowly came to know about their lives, and found out that it was very similar to what i am going through. not the actual happenings...but yea to a level more then the usual. the circumstances, the behaviors and the outcomes were all very similar. today a friend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/265365172922216814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/similarlives-and-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/265365172922216814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/265365172922216814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/similarlives-and-people.html' title='similar...lives and people!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-352728409634211432</id><published>2008-12-06T12:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:38:23.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>terror marketing</title><summary type='text'>i keep on coming back to the power of marketing...which seems to be the all pervasive driving force behind everything today. right from innovation to terror, everyone wants to be recognized, to be marketed.and the mumbai blasts stamped that fact. the coverage given was immense, the terrorists caught on tape must have become poster boys for the like minded. their stamina, their motivation talked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/352728409634211432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/terror-marketing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/352728409634211432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/352728409634211432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/12/terror-marketing.html' title='terror marketing'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5102675546346547732</id><published>2008-11-23T18:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:17:40.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my sunday...</title><summary type='text'>so we wait for the weekends now a days, heard working people value their weekends, and till now...the weekend used to merged in a long long working week, mostly work was on weekends as well, the work life balance thing, well work was in both the pans in the balance.  and i am not a workaholic, i want to spend my time doing things i want to do, but more and more i see the division of work and life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5102675546346547732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>incidents...</title><summary type='text'>some random things...was at this coffee shop i go to every morning before work. was around 10, mostly am in a trance and so not very observant. went to the shop and saw everyone staring at something, someone. saw this drunk guy kind of pissed, and quite agitated. now drunk guys in bangalore is not new, every third shop is a wine shop, and at any time of the day u'd find people, drunk to death, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3740799566288077336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/11/incidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3740799566288077336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3740799566288077336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/11/incidents.html' title='incidents...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6430178981335203469</id><published>2008-08-30T22:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:32:20.328+05:30</updated><title type='text'>purity...</title><summary type='text'>inpsiration...lets see what comes out.watching a couple of movies, parrallely, both are quite different, one talks about gandhian values...about goodness, the other about love...or rather fixing love. but both at the basic level talk about purity. lagge raho munnabhai brought back what gandhi used to preach, and managed to mould it such that i made sense in todays context, understandable to our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6430178981335203469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/purity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6430178981335203469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6430178981335203469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/purity.html' title='purity...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3895446726923102079</id><published>2008-08-24T20:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:34:25.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>roots...</title><summary type='text'>some one some time back was asked me...what are your roots. and it left me wondering, are roots so important. she told me its important to be connected to be your roots. well...roots is an apt word for what was being asked. roots keep you rooted. it saves you from becoming a floater, but it also doesn't let you be totally free. the freedom of thought is never there if you are rooted. roots can be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3895446726923102079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3895446726923102079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3895446726923102079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/roots.html' title='roots...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4364818541430532182</id><published>2008-08-12T21:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:07:59.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>teams...</title><summary type='text'>teams.....so how do you make a team. not groups, those are easy, just put a bunch of people together and you got a group, most probably a good for nothing group. a team is a higher level, a very higher level, they not only work towards achieving the objectives set forth, but act more like a family. they care about each other, they enjoy and cry together, know each other personally...and it goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4364818541430532182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/teams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4364818541430532182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4364818541430532182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/08/teams.html' title='teams...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5525111878246384915</id><published>2008-07-20T02:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:43:05.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts (in a mildly drunk state)</title><summary type='text'>you are incluenced so much by people ur in love with, people who care about you, not necessarily who you care about, a friend of mine, is freshly in love...and i am priveledged to see him changing, metamorposisd into something no one would have ever imagined him to be...and is just not because that significant other wants him to change, its his will, his want to change for her, why, i wonder, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5525111878246384915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts-in-mildly-drunk-state.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5525111878246384915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5525111878246384915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts-in-mildly-drunk-state.html' title='random thoughts (in a mildly drunk state)'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-9177373126668166985</id><published>2008-06-23T07:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:56:58.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>primer on getting a comfortable (or comfortablly numb) life!!!</title><summary type='text'>am the last person to give the primer...but well...a comfortable numb life...yea that i can tell ya about. was talking to this dude yesterday...who right now is entering a difficult and possibly life changing phase of life, he tells me he has only one goal in life...living a comfortable life. thats his only dream. hmm...isn't that everyones dream...most of us atleast. its a big vague dream...in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/9177373126668166985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/06/primer-on-getting-comfortable-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/9177373126668166985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/9177373126668166985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/06/primer-on-getting-comfortable-or.html' title='primer on getting a comfortable (or comfortablly numb) life!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1210687702061600539</id><published>2008-04-20T23:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:34:24.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sliding doors...</title><summary type='text'>learnings from a movie, the movie being sliding doors...how much difference can a moment make to your life, same goes for a decision but that is something you do, but what about things you don't have any control on, being at the right place at the right time, saying the right thing, getting into the right accident, seeing or hearing the right things, things which happen by change and over which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1210687702061600539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/sliding-doors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1210687702061600539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1210687702061600539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/sliding-doors.html' title='sliding doors...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-922436336501517166</id><published>2008-04-13T02:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:15:15.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>astropandits...sounding boards</title><summary type='text'>astrologers, face readers and such...i have never been actually believe in them. even after hearing from people how their entire past life was laid out before them, as it happened. don't really believe in it because, i don't see any scientific explanation to it, went to this astrologer once, with a significant other, to find out about our lives together. and with all the sensible questions being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/922436336501517166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/astrologers-face-readers-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/922436336501517166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/922436336501517166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/astrologers-face-readers-and-such.html' title='astropandits...sounding boards'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-7036633842106246157</id><published>2008-04-13T02:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:11:10.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ephemerals...</title><summary type='text'>good advertising only kills a bad product fasterwas walking down the road,this girl passed,smelled her perfume,smelled nice,thought, wow...and theni sneezed,:-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/7036633842106246157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/ephemerals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7036633842106246157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/7036633842106246157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/ephemerals.html' title='ephemerals...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2881989777005370906</id><published>2008-04-13T01:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:01:48.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mumbai files</title><summary type='text'>was going through some of my unpublished blogs and came across this one, one of my first, July 24, 06...it talks about people becoming immune to death and circumstances, especially in india. i have seen three riots, terrorism in punjab and as u will read, missed the mahim blast by one train.  and seen people dying in front of me, handled a dead body (if this sounds like bragging, try touching a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2881989777005370906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/mumbai-files.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2881989777005370906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2881989777005370906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/mumbai-files.html' title='mumbai files'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-531909836722277984</id><published>2008-04-05T00:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:33:05.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>possessions...</title><summary type='text'> at the bangalore airport, the tree near CCD. it was raining that day, overcast, beautiful weather, and this guy was enjoying his possession...we all have possessions, we are all possesive of something, we all want something to belong to us, and only us, where we have full control. it can be a cycle, a diary, a space or a human, but we all are possesive. so is he...mirrors...they are things we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/531909836722277984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/possessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/531909836722277984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/531909836722277984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/04/possessions.html' title='possessions...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_Z_BpigUnI/AAAAAAAAADg/26aMcbkQqNs/s72-c/possessions....BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-933933921626700516</id><published>2008-03-30T11:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:42:36.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>basic builds of the sexes...!</title><summary type='text'>there are some basic natures, basic instincts, its in our DNA and cannot be changed, at least not in this iteration...maybe in the next 100 generations it might, and even today it is changing, becoming less evident then it used to be but is still there.and at the gender level, its the most evident.both sexes have a very basic nature, if u peel away the layers, right down to the core, the basic </summary><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2906923648984102148</id><published>2008-03-15T00:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:21:04.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cystal clear moments...!</title><summary type='text'>ever been at those forks where u can clearly see both paths and where they lead. where the clarity of the results of the decision u take scares you. where what is going to happen is so certain, u wonder whether to take the decision at all. evern done the mistake of ur lifetime, knowing that its gonna be a mistake, knowing that its gonna change life for the worse and its never gonna be the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2906923648984102148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/03/cystal-clear-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2906923648984102148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2906923648984102148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/03/cystal-clear-moments.html' title='cystal clear moments...!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-4929000049863924031</id><published>2008-02-29T00:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:23:24.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the two 'ts</title><summary type='text'>habits and guilts ie, one leave u stationary and the other makes u move faster then you would like to, and in a direction you won't want to go.habits are formed over time, and they might simply come out of doing something repeatedly, even if you don't like it. but you still keep on doing it, inertia, spoke about it in one of my previous blogs. anyways habits can be about anything, smoking is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/4929000049863924031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-ts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4929000049863924031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/4929000049863924031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-ts.html' title='the two &apos;ts'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1692621832305770316</id><published>2008-02-09T03:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:47:01.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fear...</title><summary type='text'>i mostly am not a scared person, i take risks, have risked my life quite a few times, and although have always been lucky, never close to dying.  and i always believed that there is not much which i fear. i had an accident sometime back, which, if all the stars were right, would have killed me. and killed me on spot, which is how i and most others want to die, in a jiffy, no time to think. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1692621832305770316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1692621832305770316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1692621832305770316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear.html' title='fear...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-2847642349922344228</id><published>2008-01-19T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:49:04.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>freakonomics...?</title><summary type='text'>Jug Suraiya, a very accomplised writer is a regular columnist for the Sunday Times, mostly writing on the small weirdieties/incidents of life which mostly everyone misses, but requires a very strong power of discerning observation. heres an article by him, which explains the coming back of the retro, and i believe explains a phenomenan which would be very difficult to even notice. its in the same</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/2847642349922344228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/jug-suraiya-very-accomplised-writer-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2847642349922344228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/2847642349922344228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/jug-suraiya-very-accomplised-writer-is.html' title='freakonomics...?'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6461968214939135124</id><published>2008-01-18T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:49:34.699+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Global leaders, India???</title><summary type='text'>So was reading this article by some prof of socio politico economics in some firang uni. Was pushing India to take a leadership role in world politics, specifically spreading democracy around the world, we being one of the largest n relatively successful democracies in the world n all.so two thoughts here...are we really successful in being a democracy??? Cynics n the more practical in the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6461968214939135124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/global-leaders-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6461968214939135124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6461968214939135124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/global-leaders-india.html' title='Global leaders, India???'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-3976209562103186847</id><published>2008-01-18T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:49:54.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a billion strong!!!</title><summary type='text'>Blogging after a long time and kinda drunk. Am at my office year end party n people this company knows how to party...there's everything from hukka to an open bar to vodka paani puri!!!but the point of the blog is that i was standing in a queue for the loo n this guy walked in with a very surprised look n i said queue's every where. N he says, over population and i go thinking, aren't we here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/3976209562103186847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/billion-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3976209562103186847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/3976209562103186847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2008/01/billion-strong.html' title='a billion strong!!!'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-1574720150913346552</id><published>2007-11-09T02:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:48:05.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>discovering UnDiscovered...</title><summary type='text'>PS: ever seen those movies, or songs or books or simply things that u just wanna write about,  share with people, tell people. which when u do share with someone, and don't get that same passionate response, or understanding, wonder why, how can this person not like it. well i have a long list of those, and have been thinking of starting a 'list' and this movie made me, thus the name. so here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/1574720150913346552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/11/discovering-undiscovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1574720150913346552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/1574720150913346552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/11/discovering-undiscovered.html' title='discovering UnDiscovered...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-6208749085660526301</id><published>2007-10-24T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:58:20.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random...</title><summary type='text'>thoughts...lots of things going on, but just thoughts.can a person be bad in real life but blog beautifully?? wondering...dreams, pointers to ur state of mind. what is better, getting nightmares or the total lack of  dreams, can't decide. one day at a time, no future, try to disconnect from the past, one day where even the day is not defined.  enjoy experiences, all experiences, enjoy pain, enjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/6208749085660526301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6208749085660526301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/6208749085660526301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='random...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31565981.post-5212280904994801549</id><published>2007-10-19T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:08:56.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gifts...</title><summary type='text'>on 59th street subway station, coming back from apple store - sept 26thlots of people love receiving gifts. it surprises them, makes them feel good, mostly because they feel someone cares enought to give enought thought n go through the pain of selecting a gift for 'em.Very few actually like giving figts. enjoy the process of gifting. Its a small projects, giving the perfect gift the which if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/feeds/5212280904994801549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5212280904994801549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31565981/posts/default/5212280904994801549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-blues.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts.html' title='gifts...'/><author><name>dumb_ank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17350776766020237055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wD-4-qoFUvw/R_jdD5igUpI/AAAAAAAAADs/FOZ5kmGfLGk/S220/IMG_0038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
