<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665</id><updated>2009-07-20T13:04:56.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiddling Around</title><subtitle type='html'>I write mainly about movies, books, music and some stuff that catches my fancy. I won't know what I am talking about. so watch out! you are on your own. For my blog with more serious content (on economics, science, politics, society, etc.) check out http://www.weeklyedition.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-3953200071418600583</id><published>2007-04-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:50:42.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog moves</title><summary type='text'>to gentopix.blogspot for now at least.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/3953200071418600583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=3953200071418600583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/3953200071418600583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/3953200071418600583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-moves.html' title='blog moves'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-114122324061352555</id><published>2006-03-01T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:39:07.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vonnegut on Democracy</title><summary type='text'>Vonnegut on TDS with JS (9.13.2005):"I've wanted to give Iraq a lesson in democracy, because we're good at it. In democracy, after a hundred years, you have to let your slaves go, and after 150 years, you have to let your women vote. At the beginning of democracy, quite a bit of genocide and ethnic cleansing is OK, and that's what's going on now."Read Cat's Craddle if you get a chance. It is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/114122324061352555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=114122324061352555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114122324061352555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114122324061352555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/03/vonnegut-on-democracy.html' title='Vonnegut on Democracy'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-114069603970103955</id><published>2006-02-23T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:18:59.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Manjunath</title><summary type='text'>S.Manjunath ( 23-2-1978 to 19-11-2005 )Today is his 28th birthday.On this occasion , a few words of a poet come to mind  :Do not stand at my grave and weep:I am not there, I do not sleepI am a thousand winds that blow;I am the diamond glints on snow;I am the sunlight on ripened grain;I am  the gentle autumn rain;When you wake in the morning hush,I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/114069603970103955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=114069603970103955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114069603970103955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114069603970103955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/remembering-manjunath.html' title='Remembering Manjunath'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-114063775021762718</id><published>2006-02-22T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:42:57.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Some Movie Reviews</title><summary type='text'>La Vita è bella (Life is Beautiful) 1997Director:Roberto Benini  | Italian | IMDBwow. Roberto Benini! If you thought he would jump out of the television, you might not be crazy. He has such infectious enthusiasm. The movie is set with holocaust in the backdrop, and surrounded by misery of those times. As the story gets narrated you won't get infected by it. The life of a couple, their happy kid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/114063775021762718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=114063775021762718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114063775021762718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114063775021762718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-movie-reviews.html' title='Some Movie Reviews'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-114018544819279120</id><published>2006-02-17T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:43:08.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Mar Adentro</title><summary type='text'>Mar Adentro (Portugese)  4.5/5IMDB tt0369702This is a really moving story of a quadriplegic in legal battle with the state of Spain for permission to Euthanise himself. Ramon Sampedro, the main character played by Javier Bardem, deserves our fullest appreciation for playing a role which allowed for little physical expression. The story gets carried through with great dignity and poignance, one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/114018544819279120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=114018544819279120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114018544819279120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/114018544819279120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/mar-adentro.html' title='Mar Adentro'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113969716678191446</id><published>2006-02-11T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:32:46.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakka Dance, Culture</title><summary type='text'>I remember watching this guitarist video a long time back. So, I went back to it today and found this other video in his collection with a tag named Hakka. I, then, went off to find out what this Hakka was all about. Hakka is not the dance but a group of people that long time ago lived in North China, who over the ages moved south and many of them migrated to Taiwan (wiki link). The dance itself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113969716678191446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113969716678191446&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113969716678191446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113969716678191446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/hakka-dance-culture.html' title='Hakka Dance, Culture'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113912055760129067</id><published>2006-02-05T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T15:14:32.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang de Basanti</title><summary type='text'>Rang de Basanti is a story that intertwines the story of revolutionaries of the Indian freedom movement to the impact it has on the youth that are at the receiving end of a corrupt governance. But whatever others say, to me it is a journey through pristine Rahman music, alongside some fantastic cinematography. The rest of the story comes unstuck.The movie starts with an english journo, that comes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113912055760129067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113912055760129067&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113912055760129067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113912055760129067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/02/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang de Basanti'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113806191610816907</id><published>2006-01-23T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:00:32.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amba Irakkam : papanasam sivam</title><summary type='text'>amba nee iyarangayenil pugal edhu?andha naathan maarbil uraithiruAmba, where can I take refuge, if you won't have mercy on me?aren't you the one that resides in His heart?thaayirangavidil seiyuyir vaazhumo?sagala ulagirkum nee thayallavo?can the child have a life if not for the mercy of the mother?Aren't you the mother of the entire world/creation?irakkam (iranguthal in irangaayenil) really means</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113806191610816907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113806191610816907&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113806191610816907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113806191610816907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/01/amba-irakkam-papanasam-sivam.html' title='Amba Irakkam : papanasam sivam'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113736983491548875</id><published>2006-01-15T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:11:44.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies from Heaven : Book Reviews</title><summary type='text'>Title: Memoirs of a GeishaAuthor: Arthur GoldenISBN: 0679781587Rating: 9/10  Wow! It is a beautiful sketch of the life of a Geisha. True or not, beautiful it is. The author brings to you not a story but a journey and you get to take it through all four seasons.Firstly its a fairy tale of sorts, but the setting is exotic and described in exquisite detail or so it feels, the tea house, Geisha life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113736983491548875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113736983491548875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113736983491548875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113736983491548875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2006/01/pennies-from-heaven-book-reviews.html' title='Pennies from Heaven : Book Reviews'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113358848009993746</id><published>2005-12-02T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:22:29.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger meets Freud</title><summary type='text'>Le Visiteur by Eric-Emmanuel-Schmitt. Translated and Adapted by Jeremy Sams.ISBN : 0413760200It is a play by Eric-Emmanuel-Schmitt. One of the most interesting ploys I have seen employed. Nazi Germany has taken over Austria and the troops are now walking the streets to rid the place of Jews. Freud is using his influence inside Europe and in US to get out. Those are his last days in Austria. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113358848009993746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113358848009993746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113358848009993746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113358848009993746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/12/stranger-meets-freud.html' title='Stranger meets Freud'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113321246079442082</id><published>2005-11-28T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:16:21.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing : November Mania</title><summary type='text'>A little too late? ... watch out for next time ...National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short, organised by Chris Batty: 13,500 people in the first week. The aim of NaNoWriMo is to have people write 50,000 words in the month of November.and their suggestions?1, wrench the delete key off your keyboard2, write it as if no one is going to read itLinks from NPR: Experiences of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113321246079442082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113321246079442082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113321246079442082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113321246079442082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/11/creative-writing-november-mania.html' title='Creative Writing : November Mania'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113814694896697494</id><published>2005-07-20T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:22:02.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation on land!</title><summary type='text'>I see a beautiful red carstanding alone in the sunIt does not belong to memaybe, I’ll take it for a run (I wonder)I am not stealin’It does not belong to meBut I am so appealin’It wants to be with me  The balck leather cushions and the fancy power wheelsWho makes the decisions? Only the good man who steals  Even on country roads so bumpy It runs like a wondrous speed machineI will go hundred and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113814694896697494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113814694896697494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113814694896697494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113814694896697494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/07/temptation-on-land.html' title='Temptation on land!'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-113814702434348931</id><published>2005-07-14T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:57:04.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>speak to me</title><summary type='text'>mine was a life well livedin silence of the basementa rat couldn’t have survivedthis poor thing of a tenementI hated all the monologuethere was no conversationlife was floating like a logthere was no sensationnot one to come and speakof all the miserly silencethe bubble of loneliness will breakwith it a pathetic existenceyou can come to visit meexchange a few pleasantriesI lay here, not alone but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/113814702434348931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=113814702434348931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113814702434348931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/113814702434348931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/07/speak-to-me.html' title='speak to me'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-112073573534379630</id><published>2005-07-07T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:33:49.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><summary type='text'>The clouds are moving, all in a rank. Slowly heading towards the horizon. Their shadows with them, move on a river bank. As if to say, There won't be any more sun. Every day here starts this way Greeting people in best of their loomThe sun won't shine, not even a ray And the faces ... all covered in gloom The trees are looking glum and sad  Dripping from the night's rainIf sun will be this bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/112073573534379630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=112073573534379630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/112073573534379630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/112073573534379630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-112072850399439921</id><published>2005-06-29T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T04:28:23.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not all roses</title><summary type='text'>life isn’t all rosesjust a random processwhich way you will turnsays the dice in the urnjust a random processcan be left or right?with no end in sightkeep turning n turningwith heart thats yearningbut no end in sightWe ask whats the purposeof this random processafter all its a bumpy terrainand all is uncertainkeep turningkeep turning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/112072850399439921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=112072850399439921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/112072850399439921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/112072850399439921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-all-roses.html' title='not all roses'/><author><name>bharath</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01081126245967696816'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111676285498124330</id><published>2005-05-22T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T08:54:07.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father in Heaven</title><summary type='text'>where every mind is rigidand male mind is libidwhere nothing makes sense and yet people take offensetake me away my fatherplease take me awaywhere women are obsessed with toe nailsand squirells with polishing their tailswhere shoes shine like black goldand you believe what your are toldtake me away my fatherwhere entertainment keeps your busyand leisure becomes work for sissywhere poems like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111676285498124330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111676285498124330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111676285498124330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111676285498124330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/05/father-in-heaven.html' title='Father in Heaven'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111583080517351463</id><published>2005-05-11T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:26:40.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood of the Future?</title><summary type='text'>The modernists ask, is the nature of womanhood as you know it due to a natural choice by women, as if it is inherent to them. or ... is it because of the man-woman equation in the society of earlier times?if women had the choice to do what men did and the men were not ashamed to do what women did , would you have a different view of feminity and the word motherhood replaced by parenthood or even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111583080517351463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111583080517351463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111583080517351463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111583080517351463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/05/motherhood-of-future.html' title='Motherhood of the Future?'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111527701315605707</id><published>2005-05-05T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:03:03.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Ball</title><summary type='text'>Its party time! Everybody on the dance floor! Oh how smooth they move like it is not dance floor but butter! With our band of hep dudes Al'Pupas Flo' and their cousin band Bakin'Powda on the floor, playing 'how I loved to be baked ... '. The center of attraction remained the three sexy Eggies, oval shaped and doing the turn-like-a-top dance out of step with the music. This was the night of games.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111527701315605707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111527701315605707&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111527701315605707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111527701315605707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/05/bake-ball.html' title='Bake Ball'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111467602437502346</id><published>2005-04-28T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:42:18.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you!</title><summary type='text'>My friends may like to chide that I have wives, not one but four If it was mine to decide I would have liked a scoreI have loved you in my dreamsbut I have never seen your faceToday I am turning sixty and I can take it no more Whats the meaning of it all?the question was on my mindI kept staring at the wall Not one answer did I find!That morning I woke upAs the sun rose in sky ... it dawned on me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111467602437502346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111467602437502346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111467602437502346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111467602437502346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-you.html' title='Oh you!'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111458522192514095</id><published>2005-04-27T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:30:27.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Love Story</title><summary type='text'>Run Run!! Don't look back. Look, there is a hole!! Run for the hole! The terrain was too hilly. Rijka and Sulik ran till their heart ached. But they ran because they had to. This has become their daily routine. Priya was heartless, especially in a bad mood. And this showed in how hard Rijka and Sulik ran. Rijka saw the ruler coming straight atop him and knew he had no chance of survival. He felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111458522192514095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111458522192514095&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111458522192514095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111458522192514095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-love-story.html' title='A True Love Story'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111402944310902599</id><published>2005-04-20T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:44:36.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment News</title><summary type='text'>The soup has been watered down. But we still don't get more soup  says Tom FentonWhat we get in news is not factual reporting or investigative journalism, but mostly opinions. There is hardly any in-depth coverage. The advent of 24 hr News must have come as good omen; we would have thought we will hear news from all round the world, maybe we will spend more time understanding the problems that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111402944310902599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111402944310902599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111402944310902599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111402944310902599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/04/entertainment-news.html' title='Entertainment News'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111374167430248660</id><published>2005-04-17T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:28:54.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan</title><summary type='text'>My first introduction to Nusrat Sahb, the sufi singer, was when I listened to Afreen Afreen. The wonderful lyrics of Javed Akhtar were filled with life. Just as in the poem it seemed as if all the elements of nature and its beauty has came to life in a single woman. The voice of Nusrat has the power to lighten any sorrow and inspire devotion of a strange kind in its listeners. A devotion to all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111374167430248660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111374167430248660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111374167430248660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111374167430248660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/04/tribute-to-nusrat-fateh-ali-khan.html' title='A Tribute to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12150665.post-111340759622565680</id><published>2005-04-13T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:28:46.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Charles (Favorite Songs)</title><summary type='text'>These are some of the songs I liked from the movie with links to their lyrics. His first real hit was Mess Around. Followed by his hit I've got a woman which blends Gospel with R&amp;B (Rhythm and Blues). What'd I say one of his all-time biggest hits was created on the spur of the moment and was eveloved over a tour and finally recorded in New York with Atlantic. Unchain my heart is one of his other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/feeds/111340759622565680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12150665&amp;postID=111340759622565680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111340759622565680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12150665/posts/default/111340759622565680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puncture.blogspot.com/2005/04/ray-charles-favorite-songs.html' title='Ray Charles (Favorite Songs)'/><author><name>bleu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>