<?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-9288081</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:01:41.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OK Horn please TATA</title><subtitle type='html'>buri nazarwale tera muh kala</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9288081.post-115441889163604108</id><published>2006-08-01T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:24:51.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/670/1600/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/670/320/DSC00012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-115441889163604108?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/115441889163604108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=115441889163604108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/115441889163604108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/115441889163604108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-112019741094490818</id><published>2005-07-01T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:29:56.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this makes me mad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the system that pisses me..&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://hemanginigupta.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-to-chennai.html"&gt;incident &lt;span&gt;is a perfect illustration of our rotten system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The system degrades a woman hundred times over than a sexual harresment&lt;br /&gt;Making her recount her ordeal over and over again, and at the same time asking her to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who was the culprit....will do 15 days in jail or less depending on his paying capability....but the lady not only was harressed at night..but harressed in the police station too.....if she was not a HINDU journalist ..the FIR would have been very difficult to register.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to imagine what happens to all the women in rural India who endure sexual harresment, but prefer to be silent.......because in a police station she will be ridiculed, if not blamed for the entire incident&lt;br /&gt;Let alone register an FIR..she might be imprisoned under some pretext !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-112019741094490818?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/112019741094490818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=112019741094490818' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/112019741094490818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/112019741094490818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-makes-me-mad.html' title='this makes me mad!'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-112020080504431662</id><published>2005-06-29T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:23:25.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Found Anupam Kher's long lost brother in Kabul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/670/1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5804/670/320/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-112020080504431662?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/112020080504431662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=112020080504431662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/112020080504431662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/112020080504431662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/06/found-anupam-khers-long-lost-brother.html' title='Found Anupam Kher&apos;s long lost brother in Kabul'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110837114210453583</id><published>2005-02-14T14:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:24:02.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kool clock</title><content type='html'>doesnt the clock look real cool?&lt;br /&gt;hah! finally I am getting the hang of these stupid HTML.. "thing a me" s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110837114210453583?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110837114210453583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110837114210453583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110837114210453583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110837114210453583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/kool-clock.html' title='kool clock'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110836511357818586</id><published>2005-02-14T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:45:17.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name anyway?</title><content type='html'>The sunday Newsline, from Indian Express, Delhi has a section called :"Small Talk..." this breaks encee's heart.....but he knows he has not "lifted" or was subconsciously influenced by the Express Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice name had he.&lt;br /&gt;but change it I must !&lt;br /&gt;..............................How about Captain Spark's dairy?&lt;br /&gt;Dear eM( frau Inspi Ration) react you must..please!&lt;br /&gt;But change I must...! ....must i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110836511357818586?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110836511357818586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110836511357818586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110836511357818586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110836511357818586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-in-name-anyway.html' title='What&apos;s in a name anyway?'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110810589734950292</id><published>2005-02-11T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:16:58.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>in which i go back to school</title><content type='html'>The ball pen has been voted the best low cost innovation ever.(&lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com"&gt; page 20 ,HT Feb 11,2005&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The other top five candidates:Paperclip, London Underground Metro Map, Condom,Velcro.&lt;br /&gt;the ZIP, thePost it, Umbrellas, Flipflops , the Safety pin and Light bulb were other favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;What is good design? ....................Is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;form&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first or is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;function&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? .....................is it the egg or the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;(no I was not working in a poultry farm or own a hatchery, i went to a design school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness...those were good times!&lt;br /&gt;Under the thinking tree,......with a cutting Chai and a plate of Kanda and aloo Bhajia discussing Bullshit(form and function! Kurosawa and Ghatak! and who slept with whom!)&lt;br /&gt;memories and memories and yet some more ................................memories!&lt;br /&gt;And I find it really strange ,everything I think of the school I land up visiting.&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................And I think a trip might be brewing for a story on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make the right choice to branch out of the eternal debate?&lt;br /&gt;..............should I have been carrying on with the form and function ?&lt;br /&gt;these are question which haunt me nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;was it 6 years of wasted effort?&lt;br /&gt;                                               .....but I did have a good time! i did for sure !&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the HT article mentions &lt;a href="http://www.designmuseum.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Londons' Design Museum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am reminded of "Elan"!.....that was the most chaotic event we ever organised.And I guess was the worst part of my 6 year stay there.&lt;br /&gt;i became a loner...a misfit! ....................................................and so full of myself and a mister know it all!&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 more years of solitude in the Capital ( sounds nice!) and a chance meeting with A to unlearn this (A aggred to marry me as a reward, i guess!). But she detests the school..and any people closely associated with that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the school! we had this design exhibition somewhere in year 3 of my stay.And a gentleman , a guest faculty arrived from Londons' Design Museum to take a Course for us. It was a course where we switched disciplines. Not that we had much discipline 2 all....but the thought of doing things which we had seen others do, sounded great.So we were excited about this project.Mr..... was the co ordinator , choreographer etc etc.. of this project.&lt;br /&gt;Our batch had to design the products..first, create a proper launching pad to exhibit the products....( create a show  and an exhibition..invite the entire city too!) and document the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;I am still ashamed of that lousy piece of work. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mr. ....... still the cuartor of the museum? i forget the name....but i remember his "Dali "sh moustache and his crazy personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post should be skiped by all you devoted readers.....( actually statistics show I have none...but what is the harm in hoping I have 15000 hits!)..maybe Madam eM or shall we call her "Inspi" Ration....could be a potential reader and a promoter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing.. dear Watson!....I need to market my work....i should become a "bazaru"...aadmi!&lt;br /&gt;i need to sell my soul!&lt;br /&gt;this is the same sad story of my life....marketing skills......zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a crazy idea what I should post everyday. ( for some it might not seem crazy!) i shall write about a new person I have met everyday.Not necessarily i have to meet a brand new personality everday but i should talk about a new person. Now would that be interesting! doesnt sound so.....Shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110810589734950292?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110810589734950292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110810589734950292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110810589734950292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110810589734950292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-which-i-go-back-to-school.html' title='in which i go back to school'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110803843227471957</id><published>2005-02-10T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:59:48.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/2436/640/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/2436/400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;encee2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take a peek into my life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110803843227471957?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110803843227471957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110803843227471957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110803843227471957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110803843227471957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/encee2002-take-peek-into-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110802662899116858</id><published>2005-02-10T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:24:31.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/2436/640/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/22/2436/320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;encee2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning&lt;/span&gt;."said Andy Warhol......this particular currency lost all its meaning...a dollar sold for 10,000Kabuli....was it because of these two ladies?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110802662899116858?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110802662899116858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110802662899116858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110802662899116858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110802662899116858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/encee2002-im-afraid-that-if-you-look.html' title=''/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110801644744129502</id><published>2005-02-10T11:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:00:09.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Piegon in a shoebox</title><content type='html'>.......a Piegon flew into our balcony last night......to die!The wife and I made a nice shoe box bed for it..packed it with newspapers and foam....( we could not make out what it was suffereing from...it kept dashing its wings and the neck turned in a funny angle.And @ 12'oclock we could not take it to Friendicos..)&lt;br /&gt;The bird slept quitely whole night in the shoe box ...warm i guess .. and died early morning after fluttering its wings one last time.&lt;br /&gt;When a bird dies, like us humans the eye remains open..the white protecting membrane does not cover the eyes...(I forget the name ..though!) and i could not close the eyelids like they do in the films..( do birds have eyelids?)but it felt sad.I believe in destiny...!&lt;br /&gt;The bird could have been a late night snack for the neighbourhood cat...but it was meant to die in a shoebox.&lt;br /&gt;Before setting out for office today, I dumped the shoebox in the dumpyard...but, now I am feeling shit!&lt;br /&gt;Should I have buried it!...&lt;br /&gt;.................................... now I believe in "Karma". Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110801644744129502?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110801644744129502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110801644744129502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110801644744129502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110801644744129502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/piegon-in-shoebox.html' title='Piegon in a shoebox'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110795353578652380</id><published>2005-02-09T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:23:38.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno Test </title><content type='html'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second Level of Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;Level  Score&lt;br /&gt;Purgatory  Very Low&lt;br /&gt;Level 1 - Limbo  Low&lt;br /&gt;Level 2  Very High&lt;br /&gt;Level 3  Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Level 4  Low&lt;br /&gt;Level 5  High&lt;br /&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis  High&lt;br /&gt;Level 7  Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge  Very High&lt;br /&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus  High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html&lt;br /&gt;Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110795353578652380?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110795353578652380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110795353578652380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110795353578652380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110795353578652380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/dantes-inferno-test.html' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno Test '/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110794517979961726</id><published>2005-02-09T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:02:59.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lady finger</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was stuck inside my car in the usual 6o'clock traffic jam @ Pragati Maidan, wondering when the damn Ring road traffic will stop...when i saw this girl floating in between cars. She had no left hand..a dangling rolled up left kurta sleeve!(was it left or right?...whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;She was asking for money..almost everyone turned their face away..and she floated onto me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw it...tiny fingers peeping under her dangling left kurta.She looked like Sanjeev Kapoor in Sholay! ( No i am not making fun @ one's disability but..the situation was really funny.) She knew I knew. Yet she came to my window to ask for money..she didnot care!&lt;br /&gt;Then she carried forward floating onto the car behind me ..her tiny fingers dangling under her.&lt;br /&gt;I was not upset that I did not notice it before...( i am stuck @ the same place everyday!) but what was funny was that she didnot care.&lt;br /&gt;one confident woman she was...she cared nothing that she was caught!&lt;br /&gt;cheers to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110794517979961726?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110794517979961726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110794517979961726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110794517979961726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110794517979961726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/lady-finger.html' title='Lady finger'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110785626993292527</id><published>2005-02-08T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:11:15.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the piscean axis</title><content type='html'>today i found out who the piscean axis is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110785626993292527?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110785626993292527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110785626993292527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110785626993292527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110785626993292527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/piscean-axis.html' title='the piscean axis'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110751821086941080</id><published>2005-02-04T17:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:29:32.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>an Ode to eM</title><content type='html'>a lot of inspirations from eM....&lt;br /&gt;eM...,if u ever get to this post a big thank u to u for the influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110751821086941080?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110751821086941080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110751821086941080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751821086941080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751821086941080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/ode-to-em.html' title='an Ode to eM'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110751796945445739</id><published>2005-02-04T16:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:22:49.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I Have Done in 35 Years, 01 month! </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Things I Have Done in 35 Years, 01 month!&lt;br /&gt;(.... Red the ones you've done, blue the ones you want to!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;01. Bought everyone in the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pub a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (hope showers count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. Done a striptease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. Touched an iceberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment 28. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse (even if it was only £1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill (there are sick days for sick people too?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;69. Alphabetised your records (and CD's and tapes and and and...)70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;75. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog (double emphasis!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;84. Started a business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;123. Bounced a cheque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;126. Raised children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person or Member of Parliament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over to be with the one you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;134. ...more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;175. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;186. Apologised to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;197: Been a DJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Copied shamelessly from eM.Who,copied shamelessly from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://effingtheineffable.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fishboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Feel free to copy shamelessly from me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110751796945445739?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110751796945445739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110751796945445739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751796945445739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751796945445739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/things-i-have-done-in-35-years-01.html' title='Things I Have Done in 35 Years, 01 month! '/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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-9288081.post-110751307411287788</id><published>2005-02-04T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:23:53.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A clean slate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell!..this is my 3rd effort to publish my ramblings.I just finished throwing away posts from last couple of months.i dont feel good!&lt;br /&gt;something is missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9288081-110751307411287788?l=smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/feeds/110751307411287788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9288081&amp;postID=110751307411287788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751307411287788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9288081/posts/default/110751307411287788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalkwithnc.blogspot.com/2005/02/clean-slate.html' title='A clean slate..'/><author><name>encee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00365051635799529442</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></feed>
