<?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-6289531</id><updated>2012-01-21T03:13:10.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping Flatland</title><subtitle type='html'>A tribute to contemporary American designer Edward Tufte, whose ideas on minimalistic design and visualization continue to inspire me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-114056598349605741</id><published>2006-02-21T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:59:07.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilli Metro (Part 3)</title><summary type='text'>Various explanations have been provide for India’s cornering of the worldwide IT outsoucing and BPO markets - from low wages to the availability of local talent to English-speaking skills to the 12 hour time-difference. But they miss a key point: Indians are good at following rules and processes. Tell us what to do, write the rules, and we will follow them. To the ‘T’. Just look at the multitudes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/114056598349605741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=114056598349605741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/114056598349605741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/114056598349605741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/02/dilli-metro-part-3.html' title='Dilli Metro (Part 3)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113995940268010069</id><published>2006-02-14T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:38:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilli Metro ... (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>When the Metro first opened, the crowds at the stations outnumbered an Amitabh first-day first-show opening in Allahabad. There was such a deluge of job applicants that the government set up web based recruitment results. That idea must have been a big hit - it continues to this day. The libertarian in me would question the privacy implications of posting candidates names and medical examination </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113995940268010069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113995940268010069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113995940268010069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113995940268010069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/02/dilli-metro-part-2.html' title='Dilli Metro ... (Part 2)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113989566015833930</id><published>2006-02-14T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:48:21.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilli Metro (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>In my usual weekend call with Mom yesterday [related post], she told me about a Photo Exhibition in the Delhi Metro Connaught Place train station entitled Delhi: Then and Now. Though I couldn’t find a link to the exhibition or to the Connaught Place Metro station, I decided to undertake an exploration of the Metro that was Delhi’s Big Dig.A British tourist provides a humorous essay, without the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113989566015833930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113989566015833930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113989566015833930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113989566015833930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/02/dilli-metro-part-1.html' title='Dilli Metro (Part 1)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113979044218017723</id><published>2006-02-12T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:36:46.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My Future Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>As we grow older, things change so much, don't they? And yet, they remain the same. Take 12-year old Michael from New Mexico, for instance. His desire for a deep, loving relationship, and his resorting to unorthodox techniques to achieve it. And then, purely for the sake of scientific research, take a 22 and 32 year old. Here is an empirical comparison:Heartfelt pleas in cyberspaceMichael: "Hello</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113979044218017723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113979044218017723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113979044218017723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113979044218017723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-my-future-girlfriend.html' title='Hello My Future Girlfriend'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113769587496616729</id><published>2006-01-19T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:39:58.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STD Ecards</title><summary type='text'>The Internet Sexuality Information Services (ISIS) has created inSPOT-LA [Link], a website for people (mostly homosexual) who have a Sexually Transmitted Disease (STD) to inform their recent sexual partners anonymously, by sending ecards. This would alert them to risks of possible infection, and allow them to get checked sooner. A brilliant idea, I think - circumventing the social ignominy of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113769587496616729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113769587496616729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113769587496616729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113769587496616729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/std-ecards.html' title='STD Ecards'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113763842307967449</id><published>2006-01-18T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:40:23.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Palika Porn</title><summary type='text'>Blogging, like Death, is a great leveler. You don't have to be a member of the MSM [definition] to share your views with the masses anymore. Any armchair philosopher, stubble-faced student or ambidextrous dog can blog. Surprisingly, many jouralists also moonlight as bloggers, expressing their creativity on non-editor sanctioned stories. Jai Arjun Singh, a journo for Outlook India, went shopping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113763842307967449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113763842307967449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113763842307967449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113763842307967449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/palika-porn.html' title='Palika Porn'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113755221889456492</id><published>2006-01-17T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:56:11.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.B. Phone Home</title><summary type='text'>Dubya admitted to wiretapping US phones in the name of fighting terrorism last week. The NSA has been allegedly "tapping" into Internet traffic for years now, using Echelon. Meanwhile, India has its share of wiretapping allegations, with entirely different motives: political gain. Sandip Roy on NPR has a funny take on Bushie's eavesdropping plans. He plays a conversation with his Bengali mother, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113755221889456492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113755221889456492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113755221889456492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113755221889456492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/sb-phone-home.html' title='S.B. Phone Home'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113721913079905874</id><published>2006-01-14T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:13:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative Trends</title><summary type='text'>The United States Patent and Trademark Office (USPTO) issued their Annual List of Top 10 Organizations Receiving Most U.S. Patents this week, with the byline "American Innovation Continues to Top the Field" [Link]. 1 IBM Corporation2 Canon Kabushiki Kaisha3 HP4 Matsushita Electric5 Samsung Electronics6 Micron Technology7 Intel Corporation8 Hitachi9 Toshiba Corporation10 Fujitsu LimitedI counted 4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113721913079905874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113721913079905874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113721913079905874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113721913079905874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/innovative-trends_14.html' title='Innovative Trends'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113713141454081055</id><published>2006-01-13T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:53:16.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By the River Piedra...</title><summary type='text'>... is a metaphysical allegory from Paulo Coelho, the author of The Alchemist. The book was simple, preditable and repetitive, but had a few quotable sections. Here is one:"What was that song you were singing yesterday?" I asked. "Balada para un loco", he said. "Why do you ask about it now?""I don't know"But I had a reason: I knew he'd sung the song as a kind of snare. He'd made me memorize the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113713141454081055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113713141454081055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113713141454081055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113713141454081055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-river-piedra.html' title='By the River Piedra...'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113707387952358502</id><published>2006-01-12T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:51:19.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny Valley</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not, this image is entirely generated on a computer, using 3D Studio Max, Zbrush and Photoshop, three powerful CGI (Computer Generated Imagery) software packages, and the amazing talent of Jonas Thornqvist [Link] (original story from Digg). The entire face - wispy eyebrows, pouty lips, rough complexion, deliberately squinted eyes, unsymmetric facial features - all add to a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113707387952358502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113707387952358502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113707387952358502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113707387952358502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/uncanny-valley.html' title='Uncanny Valley'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113695622724644025</id><published>2006-01-11T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:13:29.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Science Myths</title><summary type='text'>Livescience lists the Top 10 most popular myths in Science [Link]. They say chickens can live without a head... True, and not just for a few minutes. A chicken can stagger around without its noggin because the brain stem, often left partially intact after a beheading, controls most of its reflexes. I have a vivid childhood memory of our poultry farm in Baghpat, UP, where a farm worker was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113695622724644025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113695622724644025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113695622724644025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113695622724644025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10-science-myths.html' title='Top 10 Science Myths'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113694760217796067</id><published>2006-01-10T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:05:19.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture is worth a thousand 101100</title><summary type='text'>  Patrick Roos is a 24-year old Swede, a student of Japanese and Physics. He has a (discontinued) blog, on which he spouts practical advice like:“Too much Prozac® makes you weird. Use it moderately.” (9/7/02)“Pulling tampoons (sic) out of strange girls is fun!” (9/18/02)In early 2002, he created Text-Image [Link], a free web-based service that converts any image into HTML or ASCII. I played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113694760217796067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113694760217796067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113694760217796067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113694760217796067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-is-worth-thousand-101100.html' title='A Picture is worth a thousand 101100'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113676538866048235</id><published>2006-01-08T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:59:30.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusell Peters, et al</title><summary type='text'>On discovering that Google Video may not remain free much longer [Link], I embarked on another Video Hunt. All comedy of course. With a large sprinkling of desi.I started with the staple: Russell Peters - BBC: Comedy Central (46 min) [Link] - one of his better shows (i.e. more racist than ever before). If you're too busy, too lazy, or too ADHD-ed, bite into the excerpts instead: Company [Link], </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113676538866048235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113676538866048235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113676538866048235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113676538866048235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/rusell-peters-et-al.html' title='Rusell Peters, et al'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113625237977220821</id><published>2006-01-02T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:42:47.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust</title><summary type='text'>Hear Ye, Hear Ye! On the Last Day of the Old Year, his Royal Mightiness Prince Amit of York (New) proposed to Sonali Gokhale, a kindergarten teacher whose demure nature and wholesome beauty distinguish her from past royals (see related story). In accepting the Prince's handwritten proposal, the soon-to-be princess left behind a trail of broken Maharastran hearts and a restaurant bill of $74.12. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113625237977220821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113625237977220821' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113625237977220821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113625237977220821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113624177966597861</id><published>2006-01-02T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:51:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Paint Dry Dept.</title><summary type='text'>The holidays are coming to an end today, and I'm finishing up my hectic schedule of watching paint dry over the past few days. Those of you who share my eclectic taste might want to try these links:Time Lapse Photography: Eirik Solheim, an Accenture Consultant, has been taking a picture out of his living room in Norway at random intervals for the last year. He has edited this into a short video </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113624177966597861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113624177966597861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113624177966597861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113624177966597861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/watching-paint-dry-dept.html' title='Watching Paint Dry Dept.'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113618900907879596</id><published>2006-01-02T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:08:21.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space, the Final Frontier</title><summary type='text'>NASA has some gorgeous pictures of our universe: Solar System, Stars, Nebulae, Galaxies, Star Clusters - you name it, they've photographed it. Their extensive photo archive can give you a weekend full of browsing delight and a lifetime supply of screen backgrounds. Two of my favorites - the Eagle Nebula (shown above) and the Carina Nebula - remind me of uneartly sunsets. Their hues are similar to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113618900907879596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113618900907879596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113618900907879596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113618900907879596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2006/01/space-final-frontier.html' title='Space, the Final Frontier'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113600559343701170</id><published>2005-12-31T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:45:14.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exacti-dudes</title><summary type='text'>Rotterdam-based photographers Ari Versluis &amp; Ellie Uyttenbroek toiled from 1994 to 2002, taking photos of people off the street, and photographing their Exactitudes. "By registering their subjects in an identical framework, with similar poses and a strictly observed dress code, Versluis and Uyttenbroek provide an almost scientific, anthropological record of people's attempts to distinguish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113600559343701170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113600559343701170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113600559343701170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113600559343701170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/exacti-dudes.html' title='Exacti-dudes'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113592226716147630</id><published>2005-12-30T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:38:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigfoot</title><summary type='text'>After the Earth Summit in Rio in 1992, a study was performed by Redefining Progress, an environmental policy think-tank, to track the sustainability of human beings' need for resources vs. their availability. For each nation, the biologically productive areas necessary to provide their resource supplies were calculated, and termed "ecological footprints" of these countries (Note: This report was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113592226716147630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113592226716147630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113592226716147630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113592226716147630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/ecological-footprints.html' title='Bigfoot'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113591928974880993</id><published>2005-12-30T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:08:09.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Critiquing the Critique</title><summary type='text'>I attended a photo critique organized by the Atlanta Photography Group today. Having been mostly self-taught, I have not had much interaction with other photographers, and was looking forward to learning from other amateurs and professionals' photographs and critiques. Sadly, I was disappointed. This was my second critique session, and I found that discussion (again) centered around photographic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113591928974880993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113591928974880993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113591928974880993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113591928974880993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/critiquing-critique.html' title='Critiquing the Critique'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113588302854371893</id><published>2005-12-29T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:05:57.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Fly</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I can remember, I have been quite fond of learning. When I was growing up, I was allowed to buy one book a month - no more, no less. I would look forward to my monthly trip to Popular Book Store in Kamla Nagar (Delhi), where I would buy a book on math puzzles, crosswords, magic tricks, or a plain old Enid Blyton (or later, Hardy Boys). It is perhaps during these formative years that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113588302854371893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113588302854371893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113588302854371893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113588302854371893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/learning-to-fly.html' title='Learning to Fly'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113537876691041067</id><published>2005-12-23T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:21:51.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it Note Reviews</title><summary type='text'>Netflix has provided official reviews and recommendations online as long as I can remember. They introduced a Friend's Queue feature which showed you what your near and dear ones were watching, supposedly to make you want to see it too. Extensive research shows that people are more interested in using it to blackmail their cousin on the next family gathering about his 5 star rating on "Legally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113537876691041067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113537876691041067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537876691041067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537876691041067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-it-note-reviews.html' title='Post-it Note Reviews'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113537817023179230</id><published>2005-12-23T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:56:30.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype Weemees</title><summary type='text'>Napster was the killer-app which made peer-to-peer music sharing software a household name. This was before it went legit and "sold out" to the music industry, of course. Then came along Kazaa, and it did the same for video files. The founders of Kazaa then moved on and created Skype, an IP Telephony company based in Luxembourg. Skype's latest marketing ploy... er, technique is downloadable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113537817023179230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113537817023179230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537817023179230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537817023179230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/skype-weemees.html' title='Skype Weemees'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113537010455585189</id><published>2005-12-23T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:28:48.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who live in a Glass Factory...</title><summary type='text'>I have long been fond of German cars, inspite of their low reliability ratings. Over the years, Mercedes, BMW, Audi, and Volkwagen have been consistently ranking near the bottom of the reliability chart. Many reasons have been proferred by experts."For some high-end carmakers, like Mercedes-Benz, technology has proven to be the Achilles heel... At a time when the average development time of new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113537010455585189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113537010455585189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537010455585189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113537010455585189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-who-live-in-glass-factory.html' title='Those who live in a Glass Factory...'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113536438971399883</id><published>2005-12-23T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:00:54.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Badmash Strips</title><summary type='text'>After the unabashed success and critical acclaim of Vela Afternoon, I decided to dedicate more of my precious time to surfing the web, looking for entertaining media for my dear readers. From the same-to-same folks who brought you Girls Gone Badmash, here is an American-Desi comic strip: Badmash Some of my favorite strips: marriages in US/India [Link], the NetIP fan-club [Link1, Link2], </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113536438971399883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113536438971399883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113536438971399883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113536438971399883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/badmash-strips.html' title='Badmash Strips'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113536020301058865</id><published>2005-12-23T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:57:54.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Administration has gone to Plan F</title><summary type='text'>Bush Jr, as we all know, is quite shy about taking questions from an unsycophantic audience. That's why everyone was surprised when, after a speech to the World Affairs Council of Philadelphia, he decided to open the floor to any and all. The Daily Show on Comedy Central provided a good summary of the country's reaction [Link]. It is a sad state of affairs when we have to turn to a Comedy Channel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113536020301058865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113536020301058865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113536020301058865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113536020301058865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/12/administration-has-gone-to-plan-f.html' title='The Administration has gone to Plan F'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113234065662704864</id><published>2005-11-18T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:04:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Bargain Hunting</title><summary type='text'>For all my loyal readers out there, here is a chance to "save" some money over the Thanksgiving weekend - or rather, on Black Friday, the day retailers finally start making a profit each year (i.e. head into the Black). Retailers typically offer selective product discounts on their in-store product offerings, and they advertise these on in-store posters, FSIs (Free Standing Inserts - those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113234065662704864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113234065662704864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113234065662704864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113234065662704864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-friday-bargain-hunting.html' title='Black Friday Bargain Hunting'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113149564515190150</id><published>2005-11-08T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T14:06:58.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The curious poodle she-bang</title><summary type='text'>One of the books I received for my BDay this year was "the curious incident of the dog in the night time". Like the Joey Pigza series, this is (a) a first-person narrative about a child impaired with a mental disorder (b) living with a single parent, trying to search for the other (c) Very dark. Very enlightening. Very humorous.Unlike the Joey Pigza series, though, the author (Mark Haddon) does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113149564515190150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113149564515190150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113149564515190150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113149564515190150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/11/curious-poodle-she-bang.html' title='The curious poodle she-bang'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113140224884373835</id><published>2005-11-07T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:08:49.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vela afternoon</title><summary type='text'>A typical Saturday afternoon. I was supposed to review some process templates for work; instead, I spent the entire do-paher surfing the Google Video. Those of you who haven't been initiated to GV yet - it's an egalitarian collection of personal and (some) broadcast videos. This includes "funny" movies passed around in emails, "cool" commercials submitted by fans (or advertisers themselves), and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113140224884373835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113140224884373835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113140224884373835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113140224884373835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/11/vela-afternoon.html' title='Vela afternoon'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113094630764970054</id><published>2005-11-02T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:23:43.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing</title><summary type='text'>Like a Rushdie novel, events in my life are conspiring. Different spheres of ordinarily orthogonal experiences are colluding. And these incident-orbs are painting a picture for me. They are teaching me a life-lesson about The importance of Time. Or rather, Timing. This lesson in relativity and sequence illustrates the randomness of the dice falling a certain way.First, Work. In my company, tens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113094630764970054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113094630764970054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113094630764970054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113094630764970054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/11/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-113088607446655671</id><published>2005-11-01T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:01:56.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Men</title><summary type='text'>I just finished "Single Men" by Dave Hill. Somehow, I expected a book with the title "Single Men" to be written by a woman, and was disappointed that it was a male expounding on his own kind.The book wasn't terribly intelligent, or brilliantly witty, or shockingly insightful. Yet, it was a page turner. A breezy, casual, gripping story of a housekeeper with a screwed-up life working for three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/113088607446655671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=113088607446655671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113088607446655671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/113088607446655671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/11/single-men.html' title='Single Men'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112766691458540587</id><published>2005-09-25T05:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:02:41.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturnal Perambulations</title><summary type='text'>I woke up today (or rather, yesterday) in an inexplicably great mood - my creative cycle coinciding with my circadian rhythm for a change.Cut to 4 weeks ago. Fresh with a Narcissus-inspired [related post] need for artistic self-actualization, I scoured Atlanta’s share of the World Wide Web for creative outlets. Since my only redeeming imaginative skill lies in photography (other than stochastic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112766691458540587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112766691458540587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112766691458540587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112766691458540587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/nocturnal-perambulations.html' title='Nocturnal Perambulations'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112734715760528472</id><published>2005-09-21T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:59:17.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><summary type='text'>I just read an article in the New York Times (free registration needed) written by an Indian doctor, Abraham Verghese,  who helped refugees of Katrina in San Antonio.  It was a very moving essay, more touching than all the waterlogged images on TV.From the essay:"I understood that they needed me to ask (about the past five days); to not ask was to not honor their ordeal.""It reminded me of my </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/18/magazine/18lives.html?ei=5088&amp;en=1ad7157b595aa54f&amp;ex=1284696000&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss&amp;adxnnlx=1127307822-C30Hz3501kP6lHUsoa7PuA' title='Compassion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112734715760528472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112734715760528472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112734715760528472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112734715760528472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112715158606685970</id><published>2005-09-19T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:13:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcissus and Goldmund</title><summary type='text'>I finished reading Narcissus and Goldmund by Hermann Hesse recently. A few random thoughts, inspired by the book (this is not really a review, as you need to read the book first to appreciate them)...Like Sidhartha, this book too is precious, because it has the power to move, to inspire, to force introspection. Escaping within its warm cloak helps one escape from the world, helps one be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112715158606685970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112715158606685970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112715158606685970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112715158606685970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/narcissus-and-goldmund.html' title='Narcissus and Goldmund'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112621516836498832</id><published>2005-09-08T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:41:21.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Freak</title><summary type='text'>I ordered my "Don't Freak, I'm a Sikh" t-shirt today!In the aftermath of the 7/7 attacks in London, as South Asian stereotyping and attacks on Hindus and Sikhs started increasing, blogs and sikh community boards have been ripe with discussion.One faced a similar backlash (though much milder, admittedly) post 9/11. The way I handled it back then was to shrug it off as the taunter's immaturity, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112621516836498832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112621516836498832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112621516836498832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112621516836498832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-freak.html' title='Don&apos;t Freak'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112622667154632683</id><published>2005-09-03T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:45:39.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 2, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>The next session was the most provocative one in the whole conference. The emergence of an American Desi Identity: Hello MTV, goodbye Apu was paneled by an MTV director, an anthropology professor, an ad man and a supermodel.The MTV director, Nusrat Durrani – a University of Lucknow MBA with a studied look - dazzled the audience with clips from MTV Desi, a new channel targeted at South Asians in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112622667154632683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112622667154632683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112622667154632683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112622667154632683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/netip-2005-conference-day-2-part-2.html' title='NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 2, Part 2'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112622482928029777</id><published>2005-09-03T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:58:29.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 2, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>After a healthy breakfast of fruits and eggs at the ungodly hour of 8:30, we filed into the Peachtree Ballroom for the plenary keynote session with Mohini Bhardwaj. .flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame {float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }   Mohini, an Indian-Russian, was the 2004 US </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112622482928029777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112622482928029777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112622482928029777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112622482928029777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/netip-2005-conference-day-2-part-1.html' title='NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 2, Part 1'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112595418021839405</id><published>2005-09-02T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:37:35.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 1</title><summary type='text'>Registration began at the Westin Peachtree in Downtown Atlanta at 3 PM, where attendees were given Home Depot jholas, name tags and bright orange arm tags. If the ID tags were lost, they would be replaced in exchange for 10 buffaloes, 5 sheep and selling your soul to Anu Malik for $400.I wish the organizers had chosen a venue other than downtown – the nightlife in that area leaves a lot to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112595418021839405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112595418021839405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112595418021839405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112595418021839405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/netip-2005-conference-day-1.html' title='NetIP 2005 Conference: Day 1'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112595376183975197</id><published>2005-09-01T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:03:31.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NetIP Conference 2005</title><summary type='text'>The Network of Indian Professionals (NetIP) is a subscription-based affiliation of (mostly) singles in cities across North America. Every month, these singles meet in hip venues and ‘network’ with other singles, hoping to find 'the one'. This is not what the founders had in mind when they created NetIP: they organize community involvement events, book clubs, professional events - but what sells </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112595376183975197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112595376183975197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112595376183975197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112595376183975197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/09/netip-conference-2005.html' title='NetIP Conference 2005'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112552179885292624</id><published>2005-08-31T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:56:38.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Disasters</title><summary type='text'>The recent hurricane Katrina, that hit Mississippi, Louisiana and Alabama, made me wonder. This is the third water-related natural disaster this year, after the Tsunami in December and the Mumbai floods in June. Each disaster occurred in a single day, came completely without warning, and brought tremendous death and destruction in its wake. Arguably, most of the devastation in each disaster was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112552179885292624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112552179885292624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112552179885292624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112552179885292624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/water-disasters.html' title='Water Disasters'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112544342187684518</id><published>2005-08-30T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:28:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step aside, Seinfeld...</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of strong women, two muslim standup comediennes have been giving Mr Rushdie a run for his fatwa-inciting publicity (back in the news, BTW).Shabana Rehman made headlines in the popular press last week by dropping her pants and baring her buttocks at a film festival in Haugesund, in southwest Norway. She also frenched the Norwegian Culture Minister onstage and gave a punjabi shaadi welcome</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112544342187684518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112544342187684518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112544342187684518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112544342187684518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/step-aside-seinfeld.html' title='Step aside, Seinfeld...'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112545742641981638</id><published>2005-08-30T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:15:49.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kama @ Sutra (Part 3)</title><summary type='text'>A few more drag queens later, the show came to an end.The lounge opened to the Saturday evening crowds, and the dance floor opened to the public. Only now did I appreciate the audience itself. Besides the usual students, philanthropists, and curious non-desis, there were women with preferences that ‘swung the other way’. My Gay-dar was blinging quite strongly. Now, I’ve seen a lot of different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112545742641981638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112545742641981638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112545742641981638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112545742641981638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/kama-sutra-part-3.html' title='Kama @ Sutra (Part 3)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112545656347366687</id><published>2005-08-30T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:25:40.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kama @ Sutra (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Helen was followed by Madhuri-ji in her prime, her existential torment bared in a folksy dance number (Choli Ke Peeche Kya Hai?) Another desi drag queen, fake breasts jiggling in a choli-for-minimalists, sashayed onto the stage. The original Madhuri video was not shown on screen this time – I suppose the attraction of the former would have superseded the shock value of the gender bender.Two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112545656347366687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112545656347366687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112545656347366687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112545656347366687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/kama-sutra-part-2.html' title='Kama @ Sutra (Part 2)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112544257412804956</id><published>2005-08-30T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:13:14.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kama @ Sutra (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>I attended a desi fundraiser at a hip Midtown lounge [Sutra] this weekend. The do was titled "Gender Benders". The idea being - as a volunteer explained to me - to "challenge preconceived notions of gender roles". Many had brought along their American friends to check out the desi drag queens.In my six years here, I haven't yet learnt that desi events are different than American ones, and I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112544257412804956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112544257412804956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112544257412804956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112544257412804956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/kama-sutra-part-1.html' title='Kama @ Sutra (Part 1)'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112508279950624554</id><published>2005-08-26T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:59:59.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power over People</title><summary type='text'>What if you had the power to influence other people’s lives? What if you could make decisions that would cause people to change their job, move their home, disrupt their family’s lives? That’s a dangerous weapon – &lt;&gt;In my previous job, I was in a position where I could make recommendations on people the company should hire. From time to time, I was also asked to provide input on whom to fire. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112508279950624554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112508279950624554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112508279950624554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112508279950624554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/power-over-people.html' title='Power over People'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112482766618158733</id><published>2005-08-23T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:07:46.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>India in the Top 10 Economies</title><summary type='text'>The World Bank has recently updated its development indicators. Among the indicators updated are the GDP figures and the per-capita figures. According to the updated numbers, India’s $691 billion economy has just overtaken South Korea to become the 10th largest economy in the world (4th largest if you consider PPP). China has moved into 7th place now with its $1.6 trillion economy. The U.S. still</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.worldbank.org/data/databytopic/GDP.pdf' title='India in the Top 10 Economies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112482766618158733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112482766618158733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112482766618158733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112482766618158733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/india-in-top-10-economies.html' title='India in the Top 10 Economies'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112440019213799523</id><published>2005-08-18T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:48:01.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young, Product Designers</title><summary type='text'>The Forbes Celebrity 100 list shows actors, actresses, athletes, models, media personalities, all in their 20s or early 30s. But I can understand that. And I don’t feel bad about it. After all, I never had the looks, talent or good fortune to be like them.But perusing through the London Design Museum site today (I have a lot of free time on my hands nowadays), I came across Mr. Onkar Singh Kular,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112440019213799523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112440019213799523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112440019213799523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112440019213799523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/young-product-designers.html' title='The Young, Product Designers'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-112431838494566006</id><published>2005-08-17T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:46:19.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckless Abandonement</title><summary type='text'>I'm back! After a hiatus of 17 months, I am now reclaiming this blog.A lot has happened in this time. I changed my job, moved to a new city, bought a condo, fell into a relationship, fell out of it, made a gazillion friends, went to India and back, and traveled nearly every week.Why did I do all this? I had a steady, sinecurist job in Pittsburgh, a nice apartment, an easygoing lifestyle (swimming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/112431838494566006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=112431838494566006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112431838494566006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/112431838494566006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2005/08/reckless-abandonement.html' title='Reckless Abandonement'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107622946497410285</id><published>2004-04-18T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:38:24.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys and Indians</title><summary type='text'>I just returned from a party an American friend threw after his return from a backpacking trip to India. See invitation below:THE COWBOYS AND INDIANS PARTY"Most un-PC party idea of the year" -- PC Magazine--------------------------------------------------To commemorate my recent trip to India, and my Texas heritage, I am throwing a Cowboys and Indians Party.Please dress as any type of Cowboy or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107622946497410285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107622946497410285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/04/cowboys-and-indians.html' title='Cowboys and Indians'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107964397835242313</id><published>2004-03-18T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:07:28.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make money</title><summary type='text'>Stories like this are inspiring. I keep thinking I should start my own business someday - but that's a dream I've had since I graduated from business school, in 1997. Seven years and I don't have that much to show for it. I'm swayed by CK Prahalad's Core Competence argument, but haven't really found my unique competence yet. I wonder whether I should continue looking for the elusive dream, or </summary><link rel='related' href='http://money.cnn.com/2004/03/16/pf/yourhome/tycoon_rp_carlson/index.htm?cnn=yes' title='How to make money'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107964397835242313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107964397835242313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/03/how-to-make-money.html' title='How to make money'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107910070256522954</id><published>2004-03-12T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:12:34.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The poetry of Donald Rumsfeld</title><summary type='text'>I heard this on NPR while driving to work this morning. It is irresitably hilarious! Secretary of State Donald Rumsfeld (unintentially) regales the press corps with poems daily. Here's a sampling...The UnknownAs we know, There are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know There are known unknowns. That is to say We know there are some things We do not know. But there are also </summary><link rel='related' href='http://slate.msn.com/id/2081042' title='The poetry of Donald Rumsfeld'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107910070256522954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107910070256522954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/03/poetry-of-donald-rumsfeld.html' title='The poetry of Donald Rumsfeld'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107901925207190953</id><published>2004-03-11T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T10:37:21.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures of corporate life</title><summary type='text'>OK, there’s the good news and the bad news. The bad news is that Amazon got back to me, and they need someone much more technical than I am. I did not qualify for the job. Bummer. One thing I learnt from this whole process was that the best way, the only way, of getting an interview call, is to know someone inside the company who can push your resume forward. So my next strategy is to look for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107901925207190953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107901925207190953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107901925207190953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107901925207190953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/03/simple-pleasures-of-corporate-life.html' title='Simple pleasures of corporate life'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107886446782361980</id><published>2004-03-09T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T15:38:08.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip</title><summary type='text'>I went to Seattle this weekend. Loved the city! It reminded me of San Francisco, Boston and Pittsburgh, all at once. Like SF, the people are very liberal, and very diverse. The papers were debating legalizing gay marriage, with the Governor in support of the proposal (with Schwarzenegger leading California, this might happen sooner than the sunny state). Like Boston, the town is young, smart, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107886446782361980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107886446782361980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107886446782361980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107886446782361980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/03/seattle-trip.html' title='Seattle Trip'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107711974698549437</id><published>2004-02-18T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:19:53.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IMMinent Disaster</title><summary type='text'>There have been a series of unfortunate events relating to my alma mater in the past few weeks. Minister Joshi has taken a series of steps to reduce the autonomy of IIMs, and this has the alumni in arms. He has slashed IIM student fees from Rs. 1,50,000 to Rs. 30,000 (reason given: IIMs are elitist, the average man cannot enter easily). Rumors exists about other proposals:- disbarring faculty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107711974698549437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107711974698549437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107711974698549437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107711974698549437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/02/imminent-disaster.html' title='IMMinent Disaster'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107507582649583474</id><published>2004-01-25T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:12:33.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt, mindless thoughts</title><summary type='text'>This carbon-based glutinous fragment of the human body - the heart (or, to be neuroscientifically precise, the amygdala) – can’t live with it, can’t live without it.There are 5-6 traits I look for in a partner. I had a girlfriend. She had almost all of them. Yet, something was missing. Passion. An intangible excitement. The flutter in the heart. After great ambivalence and deliberation, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107507582649583474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107507582649583474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107507582649583474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107507582649583474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/heartfelt-mindless-thoughts.html' title='Heartfelt, mindless thoughts'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107480535476620140</id><published>2004-01-22T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:27:44.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch, anyone?</title><summary type='text'>I ate lunch alone today. It was already 12PM, and most people I normally eat lunch with had left.There are many cliques in office, and I try to spread my time between them. Since there are only 2 Indians in office (and one is the CEO), I don’t have much of an Indian clique to belong to. There’s the WAPS (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) Manager’s clique, the “cool-people-in-the-trenches” clique, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107480535476620140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107480535476620140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/lunch-anyone.html' title='Lunch, anyone?'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107479683746512571</id><published>2004-01-22T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T13:44:16.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall, Grande, or Venti</title><summary type='text'>America is a land of choices. Even buying a sandwich involves more than 7 choices (bread-type, bread-length, patty-type, vegetables, pickles, seasoning, packing)! America is also a land of research (academic research, market research, political polls). It was only a matter of time before someone did research on choices (New York Time article - one-time (free) registration required).Barry </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2004/01/22/opinion/22SCHW.html?pagewanted=1&amp;th' title='Tall, Grande, or Venti'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107479683746512571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107479683746512571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107479683746512571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107479683746512571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/tall-grande-or-venti.html' title='Tall, Grande, or Venti'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107455103129986698</id><published>2004-01-19T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:31:47.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Grams</title><summary type='text'>[Rating: 9/10] [Note: No plot spoilers] As any student of filmmaking would tell you, a crucial component of a film is its montage - “the fluid integration of the camera's total range of shots, so as to produce the most coherent narrative sequence, the most systematic meaning, and the most effective rhythmic pattern". However, like most post-modernists, Alejandro González (Amores Perros) believes </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315733/' title='21 Grams'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107455103129986698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107455103129986698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/21-grams.html' title='21 Grams'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107410721109907214</id><published>2004-01-14T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:00:11.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In America</title><summary type='text'>[Rating: 7.5/10] I saw "In America" [IMDB] last week - a movie about an Irish immigrant family eking out a living in New York. It was a simple story line, polished to Hollywood perfection. The hardship of a talented, out-of-work actor working odd jobs. A loving and adjusting wife pregnant with hope and desire. And two adorable young daughters - one young and wise, the other younger and naïve - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107410721109907214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107410721109907214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107410721109907214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107410721109907214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/in-america.html' title='In America'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107409167804255067</id><published>2004-01-14T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:11:18.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani...</title><summary type='text'>A more biased review of the future of Bollywood (and Asian) cinema is presented by Shekhar Kapoor. This visionary interview describes Shekhar Kapoor's viewpoint, that Asian &amp; Indian culture shall define worldwide tastes and attitudes in the coming decades, much like American programming does today - a reverse-cultural-imperialism of sorts. Though I question his monetary projections and blatant </summary><link rel='related' href='http://in.rediff.com/money/2003/nov/05inter.htm' title='Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107409167804255067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107409167804255067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107409167804255067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107409167804255067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/phir-bhi-dil-hai-hindustani.html' title='Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani...'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107409098625106005</id><published>2004-01-14T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T09:38:17.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishte mein to ham tumhare baap lagte hain...</title><summary type='text'>The current LA Weekly has an unbiased review of Bollywood cinema, written by David Chute. It provides a history of Bollywood from a western perspective,  insight into recent trends, and naive literal translations (Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham - Sometimes Happy Sometimes Sad). My favourite quote: "In America, they plan for years and they shoot for weeks. In India they plan for weeks and shoot for </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.laweekly.com/ink/03/16/features-chute.php' title='Rishte mein to ham tumhare baap lagte hain...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107409098625106005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107409098625106005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107409098625106005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107409098625106005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/rishte-mein-to-ham-tumhare-baap-lagte.html' title='Rishte mein to ham tumhare baap lagte hain...'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107386525592109108</id><published>2004-01-11T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:31:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm feeling bummed out. And lonely. I know I was the one who called it off, but I still feel down. The sub-zero temperature and overcast skies don't help either. Neither does the fact that my car is down for repairs, so I'm stuck at home for the weekend, with limited distractions to take my mind off her.Long distance relationships are not easy. They drag over months relationships that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107386525592109108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107386525592109108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107386525592109108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107386525592109108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107378375886771652</id><published>2004-01-10T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:17:02.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Silence</title><summary type='text'>There is silence between us.An awkward silence. A gloomy silence. A silence I want to annihilate but don’t have the heart to.The silence is full of possibilities. A happiness that could have been. A love one hoped for. A stability one longs.I was torn before. The Path of Heart and the Path of Mind parted, and a storm of ambivalence and hesitation made it hard to see.Now, a calm. It’s done</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/feeds/107378375886771652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6289531&amp;postID=107378375886771652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107378375886771652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107378375886771652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/sounds-of-silence.html' title='Sounds of Silence'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289531.post-107350636872977647</id><published>2004-01-07T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:25:24.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><summary type='text'>Who: Single Male heterosexual of Indian origin.Full name: If you don’t know it already, you’re not getting it. Stalkers are exhausting.Where: Currently in Midtown Atlanta GA USA.Dates and places: Hmmm. Born in Old Delhi. Grew up in Roop Nagar, near Delhi University. Stayed home until I was 22, so there goes 1973-95. 1996-97, Lucknow for B School. 1997-98, Bombay, working my ass off. 1999, Delhi, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107350636872977647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289531/posts/default/107350636872977647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escapingflatland.blogspot.com/2004/01/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>serendipity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08882161245311964600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
