<?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-7770142818808420529</id><updated>2012-02-04T12:03:43.661-08:00</updated><category term='block'/><category term='writers block'/><title type='text'>Parlance</title><subtitle type='html'>Boss , ek bread omlette , omlette mein thoda hara mirch jyaada daalna !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7770142818808420529.post-2386635985669469150</id><published>2007-08-31T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T05:09:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 20 things that I think ..</title><content type='html'>1.&gt; Most of the people or either morons, or trying their best to be one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&gt; Almost ( no all) of the bloggers are full of themselves who think the online world is out there to read their uninteresting daily rambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&gt; The other bunch of bloggers are a bunch of idiots who go around commenting on every other page , and leave a link of their own ,more like the credit card / personal loan guys standing outside your office handing out leaflets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&gt; People from outside Hyderabad think the city has only three places ,  Central, City centre mall  and Prasadz , and would want to know driving directions to any other place as a centre of reference from this place  ( Damned stupids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&gt; Big companies, and MNCs suck, and are very low at their values and integrity , most of the time these two are inversely proportional to the size of the MNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&gt; All of us think that we deserve something better, and we're currently rotting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&gt; Most of us do not have the balls to do anything different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&gt; We think our opinions are unique, or we try our best to tend to agree with something , which would make us different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&gt; All of us want the others around us to think about us all the time, shortly put we're a bunch of self centered idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&gt; All the managers think that they are way too smarter than their subordinates and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&gt; We're bunch of hypocrites - we get all touchy about plastic, but heck - we can get half a dozen print outs of technical paper crap that we don’t even read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&gt; The younger lot thinks that the older ones are not cool , the older ones think that they are the coolest and God stopped making their types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&gt; Most of us are overpaid for the kind of crap we do, but we still have the greed and the balls to think that some other company will pay us more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&gt; We think buying insurance is knowing smart ass personal finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&gt; We read the same information in 3 different websites , 2 news papers and 4 television channels everyday and we don’t get bored !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&gt; Our choice of music, we think is what the world should listen to, no matter how crappy it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&gt; All of us think, we're damn smart with our choice of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&gt; Most of you might think when reading most of the above that, I probably want to agree to that , but hmm, not quite …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&gt; I for one , being the "oh-so-righteous" guy would say that I am most of the things that I wrote above, and in the process make it sound like , oh-am-so-better-evolved-than-you ! (I know!! What a bastard ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&gt; None - I just like the number 20 :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started liking this list , I hope to add to it  ( I know , it really doesnt matter ! :) , If I were you I wouldnt give a flying fuck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7770142818808420529-2386635985669469150?l=masalaomlette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/2386635985669469150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7770142818808420529&amp;postID=2386635985669469150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/2386635985669469150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/2386635985669469150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-things-that-i-think.html' title='The 20 things that I think ..'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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-7770142818808420529.post-2228183289048370795</id><published>2007-07-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T03:49:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satori</title><content type='html'>The stillness that I see , makes me fall in love all over and again , its like these leaves are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JK's&lt;/span&gt; disciples practicing  - that perfect meditation , where there's enough movement  like the way a child's innocent smile sways on its lips,  yet tranquil , like the sage who found all the answers ,  with their glow akin to  drops of water on the sunny morning lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sum it up all - these leaves ! Am sure Zen flows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;  them ! , Nope ! they  make zen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my last post was about leaves as well , and I seem to draw some strange energies from them, though am not the nature loving , trekking kinds , its funny how these leaves make the skin in you all warm , and make you feel all fuzzy from with in , like there are a thousand words you want to say but none comes out except that palpitating heart which makes that smile stuck on you !!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7770142818808420529-2228183289048370795?l=masalaomlette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/2228183289048370795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7770142818808420529&amp;postID=2228183289048370795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/2228183289048370795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/2228183289048370795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/2007/07/satori.html' title='Satori'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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-7770142818808420529.post-6547694630193353570</id><published>2007-04-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:59:04.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>The not so dry summer leaves ,peering  into the  dark night&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-boo ing with the clouds and moon in all his might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and patiently waiting for those winds, that make them sway  &lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me about "optimism" , the mother nature's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised , there is more that meets the eye ,when you see things as they are , on a broader horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7770142818808420529-6547694630193353570?l=masalaomlette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/6547694630193353570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7770142818808420529&amp;postID=6547694630193353570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/6547694630193353570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/6547694630193353570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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-7770142818808420529.post-5662883394841604382</id><published>2007-01-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:18:07.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I stand still with Uncertainity , while time flies  by&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dumb , or too slow ? why dont I get the High ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self is looking around , trying to find it's self&lt;br /&gt;while everything  that there is seems to be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost ? Confused ? , couldnt even chose between the two&lt;br /&gt;there are shades of black, grey and a lot of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me ? what exactly is this ? There are questions galore&lt;br /&gt;But life just seems to whizz by  , ruffling my hair ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7770142818808420529-5662883394841604382?l=masalaomlette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/5662883394841604382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7770142818808420529&amp;postID=5662883394841604382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/5662883394841604382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/5662883394841604382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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-7770142818808420529.post-410000940423779014</id><published>2006-11-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:49:44.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='block'/><title type='text'>Where does it go ?</title><content type='html'>The last couple of blogs of mine , sadly only talk about , how am having a block , how am not able to write and blah and blah , I was just thinking about that and I see a comment on my blog that says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you dont write anymore? has life changed you or your choices? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had absolutely no clue !, Is'nt writing like cycling or swimming ?, once you learn you know it or you just dont forget it , yes i do understand that the style changes , partly because you grow, partly because either you're out of touch or , you're seasoned !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it take to write ? just a few thoughts, some structure, a little artciualtion and a whole lot of patience ! patience - because when you're writing there is a fundamental mismatch in the speed of your thought and the speed at which you type or write , this can be very very annoying , if you do not control the speed of your thought , you should never apply brakes on the train of thought ,but mereley reduce the speed ,braking only derails and ends you up in an accident or a block !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am making a fresh start in a fresh place !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7770142818808420529-410000940423779014?l=masalaomlette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/feeds/410000940423779014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7770142818808420529&amp;postID=410000940423779014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/410000940423779014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7770142818808420529/posts/default/410000940423779014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masalaomlette.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-does-it-go.html' title='Where does it go ?'/><author><name>Masala Omlette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17622564135010000743</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>
