<?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-7556114366145303248</id><updated>2011-08-03T04:11:41.216+05:30</updated><category term='cool'/><category term='psycology'/><category term='fun'/><category term='will'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='acts'/><category term='pranks'/><title type='text'>Praxis of my Will</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556114366145303248.post-7304659218039491572</id><published>2010-06-13T14:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:59:14.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something that happened when I was coming back from a pub after not watching the first match of Football WorldCup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my T-shirt !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, someone did not force it off me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, I did not quarrel with anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I did lose it and I realised it after sometime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, I am not that drunk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, I am completely in my senses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, that's the only thing I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking with my friends when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'n yea adding to that, got an injury to my head while searching for it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, this is a small episode in a full fun filled night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-7304659218039491572?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7304659218039491572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=7304659218039491572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/7304659218039491572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/7304659218039491572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2010/06/bizarre.html' title='Bizarre !'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-1431704392355646909</id><published>2010-05-13T14:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:18:23.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for Battle !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Drawing the squares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gathering the soldiers from barracks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taming the knights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Placing the bishops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning the elephants,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summoning the Queen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking the King !! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All set :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-1431704392355646909?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1431704392355646909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=1431704392355646909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1431704392355646909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1431704392355646909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2010/05/prepare-for-battle.html' title='Prepare for Battle !'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-114533608298335386</id><published>2010-02-15T23:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:51:57.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Power of Love</title><content type='html'>Today in office, there was a chart where anyone can write upon about "What according to you is the power of love?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many lines, quotes came to me for and against love. But, while coming back home, I got this crazy idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e = mc2 (Einstein's equation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m is mass of the body and c is velocity of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apply derivative on both sides with time. (energy per sec is power)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de/dt = d/dt (mc2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the velocity of light is constant, it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power = c2 (dm/dt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, the Power of love is proportional to the change of mass with time i.e. weight gain that people will have. The more weight changes people experience, the powerful the love is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gash. I missed putting this on the chart :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-114533608298335386?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/114533608298335386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=114533608298335386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/114533608298335386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/114533608298335386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-of-love.html' title='Power of Love'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-2209440161437930718</id><published>2009-11-05T23:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:27:35.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!</title><content type='html'>No matter how much I expand my screams on these keys, its no match for my internal despair for India losing this thriller... I am madly sad, despite Sachin showing the true class of Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even God can fail at times, and mere mortals must make their peace with that.     "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I disagree, even though I am left with no option... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-2209440161437930718?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2209440161437930718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=2209440161437930718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2209440161437930718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2209440161437930718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-2619639781371156216</id><published>2009-10-25T11:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:20:58.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a wide smile spread across my face, when the old music presented itself before me dominating everything else in the surroundings :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good to see winning against the odds ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-2619639781371156216?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2619639781371156216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=2619639781371156216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2619639781371156216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2619639781371156216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/wide-smile-spread-across-my-face-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-411935708427539028</id><published>2009-06-08T19:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:47:54.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deception Point</title><content type='html'>When Federer was serving at the Championship Point @French open yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably there are some million breaths held,&lt;br /&gt;'n probably some lakhs would have screamed in joy after he won,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my house owner may be one of the few who would have panicked 'n came to check whether I was ok :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-411935708427539028?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/411935708427539028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=411935708427539028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/411935708427539028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/411935708427539028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/deception-point.html' title='Deception Point'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-6997495001082488810</id><published>2009-04-26T10:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:57:39.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Say No to Cooking"</title><content type='html'>Another pending post which was supposed to be posted some 3 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways.. that weekend, my parents went for some marriage function 'n I was all alone @home and after finally getting bored with endless gaming and surfing I felt like doing something else for a change. Sun was hot and stomach is empty, so instead of going out decided to cook for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first opened usual Maggie pack, but after seeing vegetables around me, a new urge sprang in me. I don't know how I managed that at that time, but prepared Aloo fry and rasam (using powder of course) and they turned out to be really good (may be my own cooking's effect, but still..) I ate the same that day night 'n again prepared some bindi next day.. 'n guess what.. again it turned out good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I was enjoying the food 'n feeling proud at myself, some vague future flashed in my mind abt how life will turn out if I continue cooking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more cooking :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-6997495001082488810?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6997495001082488810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=6997495001082488810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/6997495001082488810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/6997495001082488810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-no-to-cooking.html' title='&quot;Say No to Cooking&quot;'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-1855565722303823158</id><published>2009-04-12T01:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:19:57.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Complexity</title><content type='html'>Life has become so complex by adding a pinch of emotions to it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good were the days, when I was happy&lt;br /&gt;not caring abt what happens next&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days, where I think of nothing&lt;br /&gt;even abt the next coming hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I always think...&lt;br /&gt;can't give it a rest&lt;br /&gt;Oh haunting thing, let go off me..&lt;br /&gt;atleast for a while, so I could sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-1855565722303823158?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1855565722303823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=1855565722303823158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1855565722303823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1855565722303823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/complexity.html' title='Complexity'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-3074410723660306344</id><published>2009-04-07T23:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:27:35.780+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>PJ - Pretty or Poor?</title><content type='html'>Whoever is reading this, if you don't know me, I am a very serious, no nonsense talking, very silent, business minded person.. But sometimes I do crack a little joke here 'n thr just to prove to others tht even I 'm not all tht boring and dead inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole intention is just to point out the mistake with basic English homonyms.. Without that, my life would hav been normal and my brain would not have done any multiprocessing for words u utter.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once one of my teammate came back from a long leave and said: "I did not sleep at all for past 3 days.."&lt;br /&gt; then I replied "hey.. even me too.. (after a small pause) I slept only during the nights "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One gal kept her gmail status msg as "Lucifer. Dumbledore. Jesus. Anybody.. Pls save me". I  replied I'll save her and then I typed "Ctrl + S".... This joke still cracks me up.. something technical :) I'm actually very proud of this one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can even happen with little mistake in pronunciation too... One day one of the testers in my team said "Ok.. I will send a mail then.." which I heard 'mail' as 'male'.. so I responded "I'd rather have a female instead of a male"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more from technical + normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One fellow programmer : "Do I need to end a class with a semicolon?"&lt;br /&gt;  I : "either a semicolon or ring the bell to end the class..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... not all jokes can be good .. even great Don's avg also in not 100.. so here is one normal (or rather bad) one..&lt;br /&gt; When I was passing, somebody is asking another person "Do you know the extension of Jaimon?"&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I went there and told I know --- "Its .cpp "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... too many to type... I'll stop here. In case, you want to suscribe to my daily PJ thru reader or something, here's the link "&lt;a href="http://PJoftheday.com"&gt;http://PJoftheday.com/&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, as I already mentioned "I am a very serious, no nonsense talking, very silent, business minded person..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : If you want to beat me after reading this, I need notice atleast 2 days before :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-3074410723660306344?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3074410723660306344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=3074410723660306344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/3074410723660306344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/3074410723660306344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/pj-pretty-or-poor.html' title='PJ - Pretty or Poor?'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-1621386804556181061</id><published>2009-03-31T20:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:13:52.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The day hope is lost !!</title><content type='html'>Behold the laziness. A post which is drafted on the day of  Australian Open finals b/w Roger and Rafa... finally getting the time to post it :P ... I don't want to change the contents as I still feel the same abt that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much anticipation, hope, excitement today for me 'n canceled all my other activities just to watch this finals. The game is over now and its late in the nite and hav to get up for office tomo. No dinner, no consolation by playing games or even watching Friends. My heart is still feeling heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I don't want to go over match analysis. I know all of you might have watched 'n of course for some the result made your day. For me, this is the worst feeling I'm experiencing after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;First Federer lost. Don't know what happens to tht fellow when playing against Nadal. But, that's not my main. Its not first time he lost in a grand slam finals against him... its actually his 5th time.&lt;br /&gt;But Goddamn it!! he cried... 'n I don't think losing is the only reason.. he actually is afraid that he can't equal or beat Sampras' record when Nadal is around.. thts enuf for me. Its not yet clear to me if he lost the hope or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly did!! even if he equals Sampras' record in future by beating Rafa, I can only assume by luck, not by confidence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-1621386804556181061?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1621386804556181061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=1621386804556181061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1621386804556181061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/1621386804556181061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-hope-is-lost.html' title='The day hope is lost !!'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-8007439691551136166</id><published>2008-12-15T20:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:16:22.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who / What ?</title><content type='html'>Everytime you pass, its a bliss&lt;br /&gt;     everytime you raise, I have to raise r fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you hide, I dare a guess&lt;br /&gt;    if you ask, I fear the loss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United we stand and deliver,&lt;br /&gt;    parted we lack the strength,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging for broken ones with the spades,&lt;br /&gt;   healing the wounds hit by the clubs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more than a game of hearts,&lt;br /&gt;    where the jacks rule and the kings fail,&lt;br /&gt;I fought and thought,&lt;br /&gt;    finally I dearly lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-8007439691551136166?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8007439691551136166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=8007439691551136166' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8007439691551136166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8007439691551136166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-what.html' title='Who / What ?'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556114366145303248.post-2243481525611921178</id><published>2008-03-06T18:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:15:19.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I walk alone !!</title><content type='html'>I don't complain often. But when I do, I feel them from my heart. Today is a terrible day for me. Its been like that all this week. Seeing ahead, it will be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to vent my feelings. Its not easy for me to share them or even express them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-2243481525611921178?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2243481525611921178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=2243481525611921178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2243481525611921178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2243481525611921178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-walk-alone.html' title='I walk alone !!'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-8750203699966429137</id><published>2008-02-29T11:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:38:50.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding is hard to bear for me!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, even I feel surprised about this. I can ignore the worst comments, or even hurting things that are directed at me! But a simple, small, doesn't matter misunderstanding will make me feel so bad. Of course, not for everybody. It should be someone close, someone who matters for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will always try my best to convince them. Why? Is it my weakness? Damn these emotions and feelings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what your vice can be your virtue tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-8750203699966429137?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8750203699966429137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=8750203699966429137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8750203699966429137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8750203699966429137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2008/02/misunderstanding-is-hard-to-bear-for-me.html' title='Misunderstanding is hard to bear for me!!'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-8757364020187625503</id><published>2008-02-01T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:18:20.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"I'm fine.." (really ?)</title><content type='html'>Too busy to blog these days :P What with playing CS, WCIII, FIFA and recently NFS, I am not doing anything else before my system. Thought of writing a lot from past month, but couldn't spend enough time on it. OK.. onto the topic then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody asks you, "Are you ok?" , "How are you?" kinda qns, you simply reply "I'm fine" without even considering your actual situation. What does that mean? Either u r not willing to tell the other person abt ur condition or its just a reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, u had a terrible fight with ur manager, or things are not going good for u or u r really pissed off abt something. Why do u reply "I'm fine" even in that state, even when the person is genuine abt that qn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, "I'm fine" is more of a decision than your condition. You decide upon not telling the other person, u decide upon not prolonging that conversation, or atleast u meant that u will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral is "Never ask such questions, unless you can make the other person actually tell his condition" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-8757364020187625503?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8757364020187625503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=8757364020187625503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8757364020187625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/8757364020187625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-fine.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m fine..&quot; (really ?)'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-4288802891889830139</id><published>2007-12-08T01:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:33:09.575+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What it takes to win an argument?</title><content type='html'>Well, I've faced quite a number of situations where, even though I am quite right, I lose many a argument. I don't know what I shud possess to win an argument. It shud not matter with whom u r arguing or on what topic or how many ppl are against u as long as u r rite in what u r talking and others are wrong. It shud not matter whether others are bluntly arguing or just agreeing with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter even u lost before them, iff u have a self satisfaction that u won and u made ur point. Alas!! I am not even getting that. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shud read some books abt argument :P But I hate reading books or others enlightening me abt philosophy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply follow (to be self - satisfied) that "Intelligent person knows how to win an argument. But a genius knows how to avoid one." I think I'm a genius :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-4288802891889830139?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4288802891889830139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=4288802891889830139' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/4288802891889830139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/4288802891889830139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-it-takes-to-win-argument.html' title='What it takes to win an argument?'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556114366145303248.post-45473960146374289</id><published>2007-11-20T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:59:12.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You as Ayn Rand describes - 2</title><content type='html'>I'm continuing from the previous post.. If you are reading this, I suggest you to read the one before this to have a better understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gail Wynand : The man who does exactly as world wants him to do. He is a great publisher of a leading newspaper, which just prints what people need. He simply seeks power. (which he thinks he has). He has the ability to recognize greatness but amuses himself in destroying the people who created it just because he is powerful. He is a self-less man in a selfish way. He gave up his soul to people for power. He thinks he can change other people's mind thru his publications, but utterly failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be a rare character. I just kept the points which I can think of him. But, we do many things in our daily life like this. We know what is right, but we prefer to do a thing which others like just to satisfy a selfish intention. (Going somewhere, even if you are not interested, just to build contacts...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Howard Roark : The ideal character, the 'egotist'. He does not expect anything from the world or people or anything. He feels joy only in doing his work alone. He does not know what is suffering, just because he knows what world is like and everything that happens to him is expected. Precisely, he is innocent to suffering. He, who fights alone with his way and wins over at the end. He sees no need in making others happy or doing anything for others unless he likes it. He does not know hatred, even to the people who are set to ruin him, simply feeling that they are doing their job. He does not even think of them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever you can think of idealism will fit for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know the divisions of characters in Ayn Rand's view. Whatever your character is, it fits in one of the four I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;I gave the mirror, now, see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-45473960146374289?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/45473960146374289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=45473960146374289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/45473960146374289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/45473960146374289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-as-ayn-rand-describes-2.html' title='You as Ayn Rand describes - 2'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-6248290501244616208</id><published>2007-11-14T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:00:46.597+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psycology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>You as Ayn Rand describes</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. you may wonder what I mean by this. I am not a book critic nor an excellent writer in such things. But, atleast I know enough to put in writing what I feel. Of course, you have to go on to know what I am thinking. (Nothing comes easily ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dividing the mankind into four characters described by Ayn Rand in that book. As you will observe these are extremes and mutually exclusive. Mathematically, every human character is a mixture of all these characters. Like varying R G B, the colors differ, so is varying the percentage of each character, a new character comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know what this rubbish is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peter Keating :   The man, who is selfless. If you haven't read the book, this is going to mislead you to feel that he is a good person. But Ayn Rand and I mean differently. He is what as described by others. He craves for admiration, fame, opinions.. , which all come from others. Nothing from himself. He goes to any lengths, just to get that. He feels what others feel. To be precise, what other second-handers feel. So, this follows a chain of self-opinion less people who simply tells what others say.  He simply likes the book which others tell its good, even though he could not make any meaning from it. HE FITS INTO THIS WORLD. He is dependent on others and finds happiness only from others. He does simply what others wants him to do and cannot decide on his own. Are you sure you never did somethings like this fellow? Never forced your will to agree something as good/bad because many feel so? Could be a movie, a person.. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, any similarities ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ellsworth M Toohey : The man, whom I hate, or if you have read the book, which you hate, unless you are one of such kind. He is the killer of the society. He preaches men to be selfless, altruism and anything which makes men to look mean and not a part of the society. He recognizes the greatness in other men and does everything in his power to destroy him just to have the world tuned to him. He encourages people of kind, Peter Keating. He fills the souls with his ideas and admires them and gives them what they want. An excellent critic, in public opinion, an orator, who uses all his skills in ruining a man's greatness or making mean people as Heroes of the society. His only aim is control of the people, self-amusement thru destroying worthier ones. His ideal is simple. "To remove weeds from an area, either you can pluck each one or just spread a fertilizer across the land so that no weeds grow from it." He blinds the people from seeing the greatness. He preaches men not to be happy, as happiness is an evil. ( Do you think men won't follow if you tell them not to be happy? You're wrong. You force yourself to do something or other in daily life even when you won't be happy doing it, just for the sake of others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think these people are rare? May be.. But I got many examples. Ever criticized a man's achievement as worthless, even when you are unable to do it?  Or just told a person that its evil to be happy on doing something? (Can be smoking also ;) Think over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this blog look smaller, I am continuing this in my next post, which includes two other characters. Of course, you can leave here, if you found your character match..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-6248290501244616208?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6248290501244616208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=6248290501244616208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/6248290501244616208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/6248290501244616208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-as-ayn-rand-describes.html' title='You as Ayn Rand describes'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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-7556114366145303248.post-2738353002964307719</id><published>2007-11-06T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:31:26.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><title type='text'>First things first...</title><content type='html'>Well, honestly, I gave a lot of thought about the name of the blog I want to create. Many names came to my mind, but each being specific to its meaning like "My Pranks", "Me and my Will". But somehow, nothing appealed to me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a rest and went on my routine of playing chess(yeah, I do it a lot) and was going thru the famous game between Nimzowitsch and Capablanca. Then, it reminded me of the book Nimzowitsch wrote, with his views on chess, "Chess Praxis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something clicked in my mind and I understood why it happened. Though, I never read that book, I have a vague idea what it contains - the foundations for modern chess, his ideals and of course his games. Precisely, what you will witness in my coming blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... isn't this what I am looking for? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556114366145303248-2738353002964307719?l=saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2738353002964307719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556114366145303248&amp;postID=2738353002964307719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2738353002964307719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556114366145303248/posts/default/2738353002964307719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saileshblog-insanity.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-things-first.html' title='First things first...'/><author><name>Insanity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014009785266971359</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></feed>
