<?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-7799898</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:14:59.512-08:00</updated><category term='Diwali'/><category term='Samayal kurippu'/><category term='tamizh'/><category term='Miscellaneous'/><category term='tamil'/><category term='south India'/><category term='deepavali'/><category term='bonda'/><title type='text'>Drives, Notes and Paranoidal Delusions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-2779153679091551272</id><published>2011-01-31T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:21:29.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Bye</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it true that we know not whom we meet,while some make your heart wildly skip a beat,there are others that make enduring them a feat,the few with who you dream, hang out and eat,its with those that your heart’s free of deceit. when they leave, you are lost and dazed in confusion, but, embrace it even if it seems without  reason, for what you feel now makes you distinctly human,  no wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2779153679091551272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=2779153679091551272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/2779153679091551272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/2779153679091551272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bye.html' title='A Good Bye'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-596393248379173313</id><published>2008-08-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:31:04.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madras nalla Madras</title><summary type='text'>It's not just the place. It's not just the human psyche, playing games, matching places with emotions. Its not purely rational either. Its a bit of everything, culminating at times, into pseudo masculine tears, wanting to break out, because the emotions causing is like the place itself, a myriad mixture of nostalgia, sadness and pride.Madras, now Chennai, has turned 369.  Not that I need a day, a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/596393248379173313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=596393248379173313' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/596393248379173313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/596393248379173313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/08/madras-nalla-madras.html' title='Madras nalla Madras'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-441885060701879390</id><published>2008-05-30T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:50:10.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Innocence</title><summary type='text'>Tickets from Chennai to SFO for 2: 130,000 Rs.Flight tickets to Buffalo for 2: 5000 RsRide on the maid of the mist cruise:  1500 Rs.Watching my parents become children again: Priceless.There are some err... many things money can't buy, for everything else there is mastercard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/441885060701879390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=441885060701879390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/441885060701879390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/441885060701879390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/05/return-to-innocence.html' title='Return to Innocence'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zokvk6OVCgY/SECSkmI3rOI/AAAAAAAABgY/u4eZ1qzMzd4/s72-c/0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-236307529912865756</id><published>2008-05-16T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:20:47.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Clown? Ortist?</title><summary type='text'>Masters Degree! 6 years of hard pointless education in a field which now I think is not suited to me and to celebrate that huge Fiasco they dress people like clowns(as shown left) in gowns(irrespective of gender;unisex, one size fits all cap... COOOOOLLLLLNESSSS) that would make any clown proud and make the whole world laugh and smile with you. May be that happy moment to all those who are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/236307529912865756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=236307529912865756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/236307529912865756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/236307529912865756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/05/masters-degree-6-years-of-hard.html' title='Clown? Ortist?'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zokvk6OVCgY/SC3JZzOcxlI/AAAAAAAABJQ/OPaoRkgeUdw/s72-c/graduationpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-3463694829062157970</id><published>2008-04-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:19:32.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P(No_H1) = 0.2301</title><summary type='text'>"What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss ?" - Javier Bardem , in 'No country for old men'.Anton Chigorh, a psychopath serial killer, from the oscar winning movie, posts this innocuous question to his victims, before he kills them. It would have been definitely nerve wrecking, if the victims knew that their life was at stake. Seeing them, knowing that they would die if they lost in the coin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3463694829062157970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=3463694829062157970' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3463694829062157970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3463694829062157970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/04/pnoh1-02301.html' title='P(No_H1) = 0.2301'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-6499778016935003181</id><published>2008-04-02T15:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:37:32.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallu, Metal, Misc, Macadamia</title><summary type='text'>Being a rock music lover, I do follow Indian rock and its products. They come and go like lightning. There is Parikrama(probably the best of the lot), Sceptre, Moksha(Lead vocals passed away, Leon- RIP), Brahma, Pin Drop Violence(Nu, death, trash, contemporary metal), Thermal and a Quarter(again a mallu band, but vocals in  English though, comprising of 3 mallus and a guy whose grand pa is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6499778016935003181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=6499778016935003181' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6499778016935003181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6499778016935003181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/04/mallu-metal-misc-macadamia.html' title='Mallu, Metal, Misc, Macadamia'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-6191448621600206400</id><published>2008-03-24T23:40:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:06:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swung out</title><summary type='text'>"If I could tell you what it meant,there would be no point in dancing it"- Isadora DuncanWe were driving along foothill express heading North, when S almost carelessly rammed his car into the median following a left turn. He was pre-occupied with something. Thanks to his cognition, resurrection of his senses and some timely "not-so-loud-i dont-want-to-panic-u" alarm from his co-passenger, S </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6191448621600206400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=6191448621600206400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6191448621600206400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6191448621600206400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/03/swung-out.html' title='Swung out'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-824199507218442080</id><published>2008-02-21T23:07:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:55:31.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Scale</title><summary type='text'>When you are taking pictures, you neither want it to be too bright nor too dark. You want the picture to feel soothing to your eye, like 18% grey, so to speak. Its something I have learned over the years. Any walk of life, demands balance. Its about striking the right grey scale. I love grey. My little scribbling so to speak..........My SketchesBe good , be grey! Click the above pic to see more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/824199507218442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=824199507218442080' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/824199507218442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/824199507218442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/02/grey-scale.html' title='Grey Scale'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-83347978394311595</id><published>2008-02-12T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:00:45.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus cos everybody's doin it????</title><summary type='text'>so, here he is, a  specimen of modern day fad, a victim of lifestyle, doin that thing he does Or rather doin that thingeverybody does. Dressing up in clothes that do not suit let alonefit, throwing up an attitude that a five year old would identifyas faked, twisting the tongue, probly the only movable muscle in his body, to try and pronounce the simplest of english words to sound "english",</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/83347978394311595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=83347978394311595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/83347978394311595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/83347978394311595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/02/jus-cos-everybodys-doin-it.html' title='jus cos everybody&apos;s doin it????'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-6709518760111062922</id><published>2008-01-30T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:41:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Sam Anderson!</title><summary type='text'>I beg of you to watch the video. Please.Review: Actor Sam Anderson and Miss No-Name have together produced, easily the most mind boggling video ever in the history of mankind. A trillion thanks to my friend Ifthikar Ali Talha to have found this. Sam Anderson- undoubtedly a look alike of Thomas A. Anderson aka Neo in the 1999 blockbuster The Matrix- has panache and charisma equivalent to that of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6709518760111062922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=6709518760111062922' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6709518760111062922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/6709518760111062922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-beg-of-you-to-watch-video.html' title='Introducing Sam Anderson!'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-3043755681022413008</id><published>2008-01-16T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:26:23.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midas Touch</title><summary type='text'>I just couldn't resist.Look at this for a shot. Brett Lee bowled a pacy bouncer into Sachin's body, Sachin sways back to avoid it and in the final moment of the ball passing decided to push it over the slip cordon, off the meat of the bat. This is why Lara is just a wee bit below Sachin in my books, Lara never adapted, was never consistent, nonetheless a genius by his own standards. Sachin is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3043755681022413008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=3043755681022413008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3043755681022413008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3043755681022413008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/midas-touch.html' title='Midas Touch'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zokvk6OVCgY/R46cbXk2e1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/ftpq15GoQQE/s72-c/85228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-5507867420843337272</id><published>2008-01-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:45:41.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samayal kurippu'/><title type='text'>Bloody Shit</title><summary type='text'>One song I have been hearing a lot these days is this.Its the background score in the movie Guru, when Madhavan lip locks vidya balan. Just one of those very romantic scenes, which are very rare these days, that makes a lasting impression. Maniratnam is indeed the best in India. This piece of info is neither bloody nor shitty. Just a random thing.Ok this post is about a exotic rare (read as, not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5507867420843337272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=5507867420843337272' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/5507867420843337272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/5507867420843337272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloody-shit.html' title='Bloody Shit'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-8092079488779108990</id><published>2008-01-04T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:23:17.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><summary type='text'>What is he? Is that a bat or a chisel that Michelangelo held? Is his mind as strong as that of Gandhiji's? Is it a straight drive or a stroke of a painter wielding his brush making his magnum opus? Is he the greatest sporting hero ever one could see in a life time? Am I the one of the gifted people to have seen him all my life, covering all his career? Does he hold the happiness of millions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8092079488779108990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=8092079488779108990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8092079488779108990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8092079488779108990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-8116557307523468423</id><published>2007-12-21T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:55:08.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dimple Episode</title><summary type='text'>Lets go back to 1995, Aprilish time. Just when the school starts usually. This was my 5th std. There I was a newbie to school and excited as I was seeing a lot more kids than I was usually used to. My 4th std was in a school where I was the only one in the class. (Read it twice, thrice, yes its true , more on that on a different post). The one before that was in a villagish town called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8116557307523468423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=8116557307523468423' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8116557307523468423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8116557307523468423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/dimple-episode.html' title='The Dimple Episode'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-8749261725039434407</id><published>2007-12-12T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:58:04.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The God of small things</title><summary type='text'>Arundhati Roy - The God of small thingsThis is like a politician making a true promise to the people. That's how rare is the occasion of me writing a review on a novel. For starters the book is easily the best novel I had read so far. That brings the next question, how many have I read and what are they ? Its countable using fingers and mostly recommended by bibliophiles who recommend them, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8749261725039434407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=8749261725039434407' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8749261725039434407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/8749261725039434407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-of-small-things.html' title='The God of small things'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-2998527495115478771</id><published>2007-11-21T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T15:11:03.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriages are made in heaven?</title><summary type='text'>Recently (read as within a span of 2 days) I have come across incorrigible stories. Three stunning stories, from my Motherland. Alas.Here goes the first one.Synopsis:JALPAIGURI: A 36-year-old man married his teenage daughter and made her pregnant, justifying his perverse act by claiming he had divine sanction for his incestuous lust. What's even more galling is that his wife was the prime witness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2998527495115478771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=2998527495115478771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/2998527495115478771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/2998527495115478771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/11/marriages-are-made-in-heaven.html' title='Marriages are made in heaven?'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-5257093862490261308</id><published>2007-11-14T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:04:31.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Stranger</title><summary type='text'>Walk a busy street, meet  a million faces. Some tickle your hormones, some befuddling, some bring sympathy and almost always feeling felt is not apathy. Some, we watch regularly, on a daily basis. But they aren't just there, they sneak in your agenda, your life, without your permission. They not being 'there', transforms your eyebrow into a 'tick'.I remember million such people, perfect strangers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5257093862490261308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=5257093862490261308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/5257093862490261308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/5257093862490261308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-stranger.html' title='Perfect Stranger'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zokvk6OVCgY/RzuXzyQwy2I/AAAAAAAAAec/8Vu06cMk-sk/s72-c/Iamthyfatherspirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-3987659820977002535</id><published>2007-11-07T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:20:59.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamizh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>DDiwaalee DDiwaalee</title><summary type='text'>Back in 2000-01, IIT coaching classes were abundant. L.V or L. Venketaraman was the Professor. He seemed like a genius, who did every problem that existed using progression - AP, GP and HP. Me and few other big losers used to attend his classes. It was close to diwali, he persisted that we attend his class regularly. I knew I was no good for IIT, lost hope and was wasting time and money there, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3987659820977002535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=3987659820977002535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3987659820977002535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3987659820977002535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/11/ddiwaalee-ddiwaalee.html' title='DDiwaalee DDiwaalee'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-3458486660484038798</id><published>2007-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:51:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bond Girl!</title><summary type='text'>Nope.. not Hally Berry.This is the plot.It was 1997. I was close to 138cm high(do the math, converting to feet and inches is too embarrasing) and I was this brown, very thin kid doing 8th std/grade. Prodiguous! mostly due to my size and appearance-so small that a 4th std kid would be temped to rag me. It was music class, for some reason that class room was inside chemistry lab! A physics lab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3458486660484038798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=3458486660484038798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3458486660484038798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/3458486660484038798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/08/bond-girl.html' title='The Bond Girl!'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-1751600038992040240</id><published>2007-07-26T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:53:35.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of myths and men</title><summary type='text'>                              The Potterisation of a gifted sportsman — in popular perception — robs him of his essential humanity, writes Nirmal Shekar                                                                            May you build a ladder to the stars     And climb on every rung,     May you stay forever young,     Forever young, forever young,     May you stay forever young.     — </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1751600038992040240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=1751600038992040240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/1751600038992040240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/1751600038992040240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-myths-and-men.html' title='Of myths and men'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-7738566874740963103</id><published>2007-03-27T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:40:50.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Entities</title><summary type='text'>Why are we so emotional? 'we' as in Indians. Isn't cricket a sport ? Isn't the BarmyArmy of England  sportive enough to support a dumb team like the English cricket team, even though they lose more often than not ? Life of an Indian is mercurial. Extreme is normal, normal is abnormal, abnormal is undefined to most. From pointless stardom worship in Xollywood (X = {B,K,T}) to weird  unhealthy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7738566874740963103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=7738566874740963103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/7738566874740963103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/7738566874740963103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotional-entities.html' title='Emotional Entities'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-116681355048038021</id><published>2006-12-22T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:46:30.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception of the fairer sex</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered how your own perception about something has shaped up the way it is?Well I do. This post is going to hover about my perception about women in general, has shaped up to what it is now.  May be someone from gender and women studies can use this as a excerpt of how a Indian thinks about women.When I was a kid, about 2nd or 3rd grade, it really doesn't make a difference if its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/116681355048038021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=116681355048038021' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116681355048038021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116681355048038021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/12/perception-of-fairer-sex.html' title='Perception of the fairer sex'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-116483555200438387</id><published>2006-11-29T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:56:47.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide to good kalaai: Part I</title><summary type='text'>The following is for the sake of fun and fun alone. Not meant to spur anger and hatred.To kalaasufy someone, you can either be gifted enough to weave a 'on the spot' irresistably funny comment, or get the usage and lingo of colleagues who are kalaaichufiers or you can do some homework, plan and use it nicely to make others laugh at someone who you do like but not at that instant.Pick up and use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/116483555200438387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=116483555200438387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116483555200438387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116483555200438387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/11/guide-to-good-kalaai-part-i.html' title='Guide to good kalaai: Part I'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-116193521626447677</id><published>2006-10-26T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:57:16.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a 21 year old psycho</title><summary type='text'>The fact that I call myself a Psycho is not because of lack of self esteem nor its a matter of pride but its a plain simple 'fact'. Someone said (Robin williams) "everyone is instilled with a spark of madness and its not worth losing it". Not that I read this quote and I chose to be one, I loved being 'childish', whatever that means. 'Lose control' was the raaga on which my life has been based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/116193521626447677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=116193521626447677' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116193521626447677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/116193521626447677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/10/confessions-of-21-year-old-psycho.html' title='Confessions of a 21 year old psycho'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-115982768146775425</id><published>2006-10-02T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:13:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Batch mate</title><summary type='text'>The thought of missing India is a system level daemon that seizes to kill itself. I and many others who have come to this country (US) for the sake of 'studying', to establish a career and the many other myriad reasons, miss our homeland badly. Let me not whine about it. But rather I would wanna talk about the "characters" that we miss being here.I/We call them 'batch mate'. This is a male(most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115982768146775425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=115982768146775425' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115982768146775425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115982768146775425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/10/meet-batch-mate.html' title='Meet the Batch mate'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-115689507848492018</id><published>2006-08-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:47:22.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A turning point - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Hope You had read what I had to say in my first part "A Turning point". If you haven't, just scroll down and read that ( if you wish to).Yeah I almost died and never did I mention how it was a 'turning point'. There are certain things that wish happens to you, though you know you can bring up the change by yourself, you wish it happens to you on its own. May be that way its more permanent.Lets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115689507848492018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=115689507848492018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115689507848492018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115689507848492018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/08/turning-point-part-2.html' title='A turning point - Part 2'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-115401981957521320</id><published>2006-07-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:33:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science of Cricket</title><summary type='text'>Every sport revolves around few basic aspects like skill, stamina, fitness, mental toughness, strategy and tactics.Cricket is no exception. On further reading about the game one can understand the game better, play the game better. Not that passionate cricket fanatics (like me)lack the understanding; they would understand and appreciate the theories better.By theories, I mean the science behind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115401981957521320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=115401981957521320' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115401981957521320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115401981957521320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/07/science-of-cricket.html' title='Science of Cricket'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-115128708330392282</id><published>2006-06-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:36:45.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Turning Point</title><summary type='text'>I think, at times, as to what can bring in a change in oneself. I thought for sometime and eventually concluded that its an event with some magnanimity, that touches, modifies and reverberates in you till death. The impact that would last a life time.I was hoping that it would happen to me someday.It happened on may 28th, 2006, when I was shown the doorway to hell for a solid 20 odd minutes. To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/115128708330392282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=115128708330392282' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115128708330392282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/115128708330392282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/06/turning-point.html' title='A Turning Point'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-114322429506825403</id><published>2006-03-24T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:47:49.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Aussie Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>Anti Aussie SyndromeIf a team cant defend a total of 438.. gosh...Big Bad Moon from the album "Flying In A Blue Dream" by Joe SatrianiI know... no mcgrath, no womeniser warne(dropped i believe).. SA dint have shaun pollock..so it all puts things balanced...probably the greatest upset ever possible.. ridiculing the concept of ODIs.. may be a side effect of 20-20 thing..I guess Indians shld start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/114322429506825403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=114322429506825403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/114322429506825403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/114322429506825403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2006/03/anti-aussie-syndrome.html' title='Anti Aussie Syndrome'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-113095251836581347</id><published>2005-11-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:24:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myriad Instantiations of Euphoria</title><summary type='text'>A long legged lean kid with pretty long hair sitting with his legs stretched out on a parapet leaning against the side wall, just his silhouette visible on a dark blue night sky background...His hair waving to the vibrations of the air.... Moon shining in the sky.. Its light glinting on his eyes creating a silver lining along his iris...The ambiance is so very peaceful he starts to ruminate about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/113095251836581347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=113095251836581347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/113095251836581347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/113095251836581347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/11/myriad-instantiations-of-euphoria.html' title='Myriad Instantiations of Euphoria'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-112483243539505639</id><published>2005-08-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:37:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cricket and my hectic schedule</title><summary type='text'>hello everybody!!!!!!!!!!!For those of you who dint know... i got my GA...GA stands for Graduate Assistantship.....in the english department....lotsa big shots....and the best part of my job is that i get to interact with them as their colleague...i have my own room... its full of junk computers and its organs...u guys can visit http://www.uic.edu/depts/engl if u wanna know more about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112483243539505639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=112483243539505639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112483243539505639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112483243539505639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-cricket-and-my-hectic-schedule.html' title='Some cricket and my hectic schedule'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-112350964378438700</id><published>2005-08-08T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:00:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home away from home</title><summary type='text'>his post is dedicated to my new permanent accomodation @826 S claremont avenue, Apt#2,chicago, IL 60612.USI tried sending to groups but the size exceeded the limits and hence i'm posting it...Sorry for the delay in loading this page...This is one bedroom with newly bought stuff in itAnother bedroom.........Another bedroom.... yeah its a 3 bedroom apt with  guys in it...Me, Siddharth, Sai prasad, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112350964378438700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=112350964378438700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112350964378438700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112350964378438700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/08/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home away from home'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-112326049377138923</id><published>2005-08-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:48:13.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all CUBS and BULLS</title><summary type='text'>Chicago is known for Chicago Cubs(baseball team.. which i'm getting addicted to) and Chicago bulls..... Jordan is still a GOD in my part of the world...okiedokie...I'm doing good here.... not good enuf for a GA though... Something keeps pushing me...i still haven't found out wat... but my day goes like this wake up at 8 00 am wait for the restroom(my bowels r on a strike i guess!!) breakfast is :</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112326049377138923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=112326049377138923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112326049377138923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112326049377138923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-all-cubs-and-bulls.html' title='I&apos;m all CUBS and BULLS'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-112074538973337287</id><published>2005-07-07T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:18:23.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS.... Save My Soul</title><summary type='text'>its been 20 years since i was born...i had to overcome so many battles.... 10th board, 12th board, entrance, 4 yrs of engineering, GRE preparation, IIT interview... all these accompanied by mental instability at times, emotional discomfort.... now going abroad seems like just another struggle...No... i need to take back my word... "just another struggle"...Did i overcome those struggles all by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/112074538973337287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=112074538973337287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112074538973337287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/112074538973337287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/07/sms-save-my-soul.html' title='SMS.... Save My Soul'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-110949946446763357</id><published>2005-02-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:14:18.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suchai... truely an inspiration...</title><summary type='text'>This psychopath is a Fun loving soul who makes ppl(espme laugh my intestines out) lol. He has some 20 oddjokes and keeps on shuffling them and i can proudlysay most of them were modified versions of my veryoriginal jokes, and still they are damn funny..Most ofthe ppl in the class dint know his calibre until CATresults came out, we the last benchers(rclamsv3g3) hadno doubt in what he wud get and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/110949946446763357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=110949946446763357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/110949946446763357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/110949946446763357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/02/suchai-truely-inspiration.html' title='Suchai... truely an inspiration...'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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-7799898.post-110113552584635269</id><published>2005-02-02T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:00:39.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i never knew</title><summary type='text'>                i was 6 months old and i swallowed a piece of poori(no teeth)               i never knew i would have digestion problems then onwards all my life..................                                i was  24 months old and was admitted in a creche               i was reciting alphabets and rhymes better than the LKG kids               i was admitted into LKG right away</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/110113552584635269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=110113552584635269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/110113552584635269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/110113552584635269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-never-knew.html' title='i never knew'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7799898.post-109119161028781796</id><published>2004-07-30T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T05:46:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes that define me</title><summary type='text'> Dont count your life by number of breaths you have taken; But by number of times life has taken your breath away.  Dream as you live forever; Live as you die tommorow.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/109119161028781796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7799898&amp;postID=109119161028781796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/109119161028781796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7799898/posts/default/109119161028781796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7thnonsense.blogspot.com/2004/07/quotes-that-define-me.html' title='quotes that define me'/><author><name>germinal dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664902110497635808</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></feed>
