<?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-993089659572717661</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:18.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19may2008</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993089659572717661.post-1461129628884454536</id><published>2008-10-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:55:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The inquisitive squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SQSSAG_UZTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/28GVWHeI_Tg/s1600-h/inquisitive_squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490795249427762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SQSSAG_UZTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/28GVWHeI_Tg/s400/inquisitive_squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A squirrel climbed up the tree;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looked at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i looked at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I wanted to do was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give it a big hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he looked away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and started munching a nut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-1461129628884454536?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1461129628884454536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=1461129628884454536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/1461129628884454536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/1461129628884454536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/10/squirrel-climbed-up-tree-it-was-love-at.html' title='The inquisitive squirrel'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SQSSAG_UZTI/AAAAAAAAA7U/28GVWHeI_Tg/s72-c/inquisitive_squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993089659572717661.post-2653372710051646079</id><published>2008-09-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:43:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Valerie told me that she is teaching Argentine Tango and i said "i so want to join, but i am very scared of dancing. i have lots of stage fear". Then she replied "and precisely thats why you have to come for the classes". Well, today was the first tango class and i feel a mixture of lots of feelings. I was soooo happy when some of them said i danced well and i was soooo scared when i goofed up big time and i was soooooo glad to dance with one of the most beautiful girls and i was sooooo sad that she fell down all because of me. But then it was a real nice experience to dance. There were few moments when i felt free like a bird. I just wanted to dance to the music and let my body move to the tunes and dont think of anyone else in the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-2653372710051646079?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2653372710051646079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=2653372710051646079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/2653372710051646079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/2653372710051646079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/09/tango.html' title='Tango..'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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-993089659572717661.post-7227312381489164108</id><published>2008-05-22T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:31:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got bullied..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by my own advisor. It started as soon as i approached my lab (after a looong time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"what happened to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Sorry sir. Yesterday i got my laptop. so, was waiting for that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then he looks at the laptop and says "Am I your advisor or not. you didn't even ask my advise before buying. And see how heavy it is." "Looks like I am paying you a lot" and smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shucks. What to do, I said "yes sir".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Later i told him that i borrowed a canon from ITS and showed him couple of photos that i took. He said "naah.. do you call that a photo. let me show you how its done". And then he got his laptop and showed some of the photos that he took and they were simply amaaaaaazing. "Atleast before buying a camera, talk to me" :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Later he says "I bought a Nikon D300. So, may be i can sell you my old D70." and looks at me and says "so, how much would you give me from my own funds".. I said "your money, your wish :) ".. he is super funny at times.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And in the evening, i was writing in my tablet while the laptop was in its bag. So, he comes to me and teases me for being so over protective. :( hey bhagwan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-7227312381489164108?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7227312381489164108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=7227312381489164108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/7227312381489164108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/7227312381489164108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-bullied.html' title='got bullied..'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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-993089659572717661.post-123630402881359070</id><published>2008-05-21T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:02:47.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablet on the table..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDTLJabVikI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K-QXVTUVr9I/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203006832093006402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDTLJabVikI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K-QXVTUVr9I/s400/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a very very very very long time, i finally got myself a laptop. Eight years in IIT and I didn't buy a comp. Always using friend's comps. And even after coming here, the same story. :) But finally, the unthinkable happened. Reddy told me that there is some rebate on this Gateway tablet and then ordered and then it came home in two days. Damn, no waiting and no tensions. Sheesh, wanted it to be dramatic. Like parcel missing or getting delivered at a wrong address. But it surprised me in a different way be coming home in no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope i would use it properly :) Tablet was the first preference because of the possibility that I might one day end up learning to sketch on the tablet directly. :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-123630402881359070?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/123630402881359070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=123630402881359070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/123630402881359070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/123630402881359070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/tablet-on-table.html' title='Tablet on the table..'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDTLJabVikI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K-QXVTUVr9I/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993089659572717661.post-5869107105317903660</id><published>2008-05-21T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:02:47.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off with a cam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDRb-wDLj3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tGlRNn0Gfeg/s1600-h/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202884603128024946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDRb-wDLj3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tGlRNn0Gfeg/s400/wallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Canon EOS Rebel XT.. :) :) :) slr rocks.. That speed, that response, that resolution, that focus.. yippeeeee... went around the campus clicking random photos.. hope i didn't disturb the goose during its afternoon siesta.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-5869107105317903660?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5869107105317903660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=5869107105317903660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/5869107105317903660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/5869107105317903660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-with-cam.html' title='Off with a cam..'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDRb-wDLj3I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tGlRNn0Gfeg/s72-c/wallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993089659572717661.post-1499193822651367484</id><published>2008-05-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:02:47.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The distinct sound of a train on the tracks. The peculiar sound of a cicada or is it the humming of an electric bulb. I can't make out. This is Sriram's computer but I use it when ever I find it unoccupied, i.e. when he is watching TV. Finally decided to get back to blogs. 'Writing what ever comes to my mind' was what I initially intended to do. But the time being 3AM, my mind is so dazed that its not funny at all. :) It is, it is. Well, I decided that some humour and also, once in a while, some meaningful stuff has to be included in the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story for today is going to be about me. Well, self-centered that I am (lots of my friends would surely agree with this), it would be appropriate to start with a story in which i scared two kids, four women, one professor, one squirrel and two rabbits. And that is exactly what I am going to do now. Short and concise I shall keep it because there seems to be just about ten minutes before I faint or Sriram comes back to work on the computer. Since I can type with my eyes closed, I shall do that to give my eyes some rest and also test my almost-blindfold-typing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me waking up at 8:30 or so and brushing my teeth and having three slices of bread with honey and milk. &lt;em&gt;Consise. Short. Sorry. Forgot. Have to keep the story short right. My mistake.&lt;/em&gt; Thought I could try and catch the 9:07 bus and so, ran out just in time to catch it. And when i sat down in the back seat, there was this very cute little kid with her mom looking at me with her big blue eyes as if I am a rare animal in the San Diego zoo. Didn't realise the reason until I got down and walked towards the glass door and looked at my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One prof came into the lab for a student, looked at me and... well, there was no audible scream but surely there must have been a loud scream in her head, because thats how she looked. Now, I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror only to find a caveman staring at me. Oh dear, should not take a head-bath in the night and then come to the department without combing my hair. One new lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squirrel got scared when I was going to the library and the rabbit-duo froze in the middle of their run, stared at me, and then took off in a flash, while I was coming back. The second kid gave a shocked look in the Ames public library to which I cycled in the afternoon. Two ladies in the workspace got psyched when i went to register for pottery class (this time, Greg is going to teach how to make Tea pots..) and another couple of ladies when I went back to the workspace, in the eveing, to make a lidded jar and a pitcher (have to attatch the handle tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to put a picture of myself, so that you would understand the reason why so many living organisms got scared just by looking at me. And so, here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202371567103356354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDKJYH7JrcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TNXiXeXWbXw/s320/DSCN1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/993089659572717661-1499193822651367484?l=19may2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1499193822651367484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=993089659572717661&amp;postID=1499193822651367484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/1499193822651367484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/993089659572717661/posts/default/1499193822651367484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://19may2008.blogspot.com/2008/05/scared.html' title='Scared..'/><author><name>Vamsi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05112521872810406853</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-DAS2Y8x0k/SDKJYH7JrcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/TNXiXeXWbXw/s72-c/DSCN1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
