<?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-12237088</id><updated>2011-08-29T04:37:03.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISJOINTED THOUGHTS</title><subtitle type='html'>To unlearn what I never really learned,
To not get "used to the muck" as I go along,
To stop worrying about being a mere mackerel,
To know and challenge my threshold,
To be the best practitioner of "educated insolence"!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-116630371297402438</id><published>2006-12-16T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:50:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag keeps my blog alive</title><summary type='text'>I must be perhaps the only quarterly blogger on the blogosphere, but lack of time (and more so inspiration) compels this periodicity upon me.So when R tagged me, I thought it was a good occasion to make my presence felt before it is christmas (literally!)So, presenting my laundry list of - "5 Things You Don't Know About Me":I shampoo my hair everyday. (Even at high altitudes in sub-human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116630371297402438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=116630371297402438&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116630371297402438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116630371297402438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/12/tag-keeps-my-blog-alive.html' title='Tag keeps my blog alive'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-116162675322158461</id><published>2006-10-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:14:12.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Revel in Pretension</title><summary type='text'>I wish to talk and have nothing to saya little uneasy I am, with my current state ofnagging thoughtlessnessJust how much out of touch with self, is illustrated throughthis pathetic attempt at verse,(and an effort in vain to imitate a friend)resisting hard, my typical style of “bitter poetry”(the kind seeking authenticity by rhyming it with a lavatory)Wondering all this while whether a talk about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116162675322158461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=116162675322158461&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116162675322158461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116162675322158461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-revel-in-pretension.html' title='I Revel in Pretension'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-116093611535631189</id><published>2006-10-15T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:42:13.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the border fire</title><summary type='text'>Was just amusing myself this weekend with the ironies of  the contrasting nature of fire of the two presidents..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/116093611535631189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=116093611535631189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116093611535631189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/116093611535631189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/10/across-border-fire.html' title='Across the border fire'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-115738396428349351</id><published>2006-09-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:58:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK</title><summary type='text'>It seemed nearly million years since I saw a movie at a cinema hall. It is ironic that I managed one recently, only during a brief "enforced leisure" break where the choice of the film was decided by whatever was available in the time slot. Given that, am quite glad that I fairly enjoyed the film.While the group was neatly divided among those who couldn't stand the film and ones who adored it, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/115738396428349351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=115738396428349351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115738396428349351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115738396428349351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/09/click.html' title='CLICK'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-115666112920650790</id><published>2006-08-26T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:16:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChangeThis</title><summary type='text'>I have been planning to speak about this link forever now. While I quite enjoy reading upon the subject of new media that alongside new technologies is rapidly metamorphosing the world that we live in, I find a lot of stuff either too tedious or technical.ChangeThis in that respect is very refreshing. Acting as a springboard for new ideas, it provides the convenient format of a manifesto (as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/115666112920650790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=115666112920650790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115666112920650790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115666112920650790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/08/changethis.html' title='ChangeThis'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-115489667901148210</id><published>2006-08-06T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:06:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the last to know..</title><summary type='text'>Ahem, am so completely embaressed having discovered being tagged first time ever, EXACTLY a month after!! As a rather drab post some zillion years back would indicate, I have been completely off the blogosphere. Look carefully and perhaps you may find cues for the absentia :)I am thinking about • Reading Nietzsche's - On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral SenseI said • The converse about "muck" holds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/115489667901148210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=115489667901148210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115489667901148210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115489667901148210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/08/always-last-to-know.html' title='Always the last to know..'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-115057191016332967</id><published>2006-06-17T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:56:36.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brilliant Dreams"</title><summary type='text'>Since there seems little time these days for scouting independently on the web, perusing through links placed on community groups seems a convenient option. So, as I was on a similar amusement trip, I came across this fairly interesting article on "Twelve Famous Dreams - Creativity and famous discoveries from dreams". (Conspicuous by absence was John Keats ,"Kubla Khan", but I guess its debatable</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/115057191016332967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=115057191016332967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115057191016332967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/115057191016332967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/06/brilliant-dreams.html' title='&quot;Brilliant Dreams&quot;'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114966838275847113</id><published>2006-06-07T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:19:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gets better and better..</title><summary type='text'>I had a rather strange experience today, when I called up at a leading newspaper office. As I waited for the call to be transferred, instead of the regular “Fur Elise” or even “Greatest Hits of the Nasal Acrobat”*, there was something else being played over the phone.I was rather taken aback to hear an advertisement instead of a regular “on-hold” tune. Now in my account planning days, I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114966838275847113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114966838275847113&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114966838275847113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114966838275847113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-gets-better-and-better.html' title='Just gets better and better..'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114871638375507243</id><published>2006-05-27T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:22:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Girl</title><summary type='text'>Fortunately, unlike the film, the challenge as part of the fair sex is no longer to fight the “access denied” status (or rather status quo) imposed by the unfair sex. Though I can imagine MJ smirk at the above remark, perhaps accuse me of “bad politics”, I have little choice but to muse on the concerns that my petty bourgeois existence brings with it.I am not a construction worker and I have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114871638375507243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114871638375507243&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114871638375507243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114871638375507243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/05/working-girl.html' title='Working Girl'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114737547230007896</id><published>2006-05-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:32:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Trends</title><summary type='text'>I am not sure if this has caught rest of the blogosphere's fancy but me, the TechnoNovice, came across it only today. As their "About" section describes:With Google Trends, you can compare the world's interest in your favorite topics. Enter up to five topics and see how often they've been searched for on Google over time. Google Trends also displays how frequently your topics have appeared in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114737547230007896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114737547230007896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114737547230007896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114737547230007896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/05/google-trends.html' title='Google Trends'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114666102461471876</id><published>2006-05-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:36:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defence of Logical Thinking</title><summary type='text'>It is extremely painful when on occasions in life one is confronted with certain ideas (to call them “facts” will make it even more painful), that question and threaten the basic precept by which one has unconsciously/consciously lived one’s entire life.To see THAT being challenged, which you believed to be, the only means through which you can forge any connection with yourself or others is </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='In Defence of Logical Thinking'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114666102461471876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114666102461471876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-defence-of-logical-thinking.html' title='In Defence of Logical Thinking'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114603045668469455</id><published>2006-04-25T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:53:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of Fire</title><summary type='text'>I have an anathema for self-help books. In essence, they contradict their own title since the very action of using such a book implies that one feels incapable of helping self and thereby looks outwards to an unknown person to redeem him from his misery. Otherwise also this “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari and bought a Lexus” genre of writing is filled with gyaan that doesn’t really work. It’s like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114603045668469455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114603045668469455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/04/wings-of-fire.html' title='Wings of Fire'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114529272499902322</id><published>2006-04-17T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:55:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is not Enough</title><summary type='text'>I just read, on one of the e-groups that I frequent, an open letter to Aamir Khan replete with the most scornful remarks ever. The author mocks the actor for having come to the rescue of the injustice done to the rural poor of the NBA overlooking the sufferings of the urban poor victimised by the MCD or those of a “Hindu youth like me” by the new proposed educational quota regime.When a person </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='The World Is not Enough'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114529272499902322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114529272499902322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-is-not-enough.html' title='The World Is not Enough'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114422935050347187</id><published>2006-04-05T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:58:47.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days into Work</title><summary type='text'>"I was taught a month agoTo bide my time and take it slowBut then I learned just yesterdayTo rush and never waste the dayWell I am convinced the whole day longThat all I learn is always wrongAnd things are true that I forgetBut no one taught that to me yet"- Phish (Character Zero)</summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='3 Days into Work'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114422935050347187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114422935050347187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-days-into-work.html' title='3 Days into Work'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-114364559133118112</id><published>2006-03-29T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:35:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springing Unpleasant Surprises – SBI</title><summary type='text'>Almost thought will let this one pass, but every time I see the SBI debit card campaign I cringe and wonder if it can be seen in any other way but blatantly offensive. My first impression of the ad was that somehow it meant to convey how SBI debit card makes lives easier for even those among the lowest rung. When the implied meaning dawned upon me I really wondered if by any stretch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114364559133118112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114364559133118112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114364559133118112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114364559133118112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/springing-unpleasant-surprises-sbi.html' title='Springing Unpleasant Surprises – SBI'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114295720863561921</id><published>2006-03-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:37:30.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official now!!</title><summary type='text'>For no particular reason, I have been procrastinating the opening up of this space in the public domain. I am really tempted to philosophize the delay but since readers of this post, as part of the charmed circle of my life, would already be aware of such crafty tactics of mine, I would avoid that route (mild diversions with yours truly, though are inevitable!!) I started writing this blog in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114295720863561921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114295720863561921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114295720863561921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114295720863561921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-now.html' title='Its Official now!!'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114254235673483472</id><published>2006-03-16T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:24:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night at the Left Bastion</title><summary type='text'>If there is one place in Delhi that I can actually sing paeans about, it’s got to be JNU. Cheap food, a lush green campus, hilly mounds with the most awesome sunset view and most of all it is the sense of safety that it lends that makes it such a great place for me.On my visit last week, I found myself even more enchanted by the place since I got to see how beautiful it appeared in the wee hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114254235673483472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114254235673483472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114254235673483472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114254235673483472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-at-left-bastion.html' title='A Night at the Left Bastion'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114236371664293327</id><published>2006-03-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:29:28.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Curiosity</title><summary type='text'>Zaheer Khan,Irfan Pathan and now Munaf Patel..sorry to bring up a racist counterpart of "Why men dont listen and women cant read maps" sort of argument but really why do Muslim guys make for better pacers..?</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='Out of Curiosity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114236371664293327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114236371664293327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114236371664293327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114236371664293327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-of-curiosity.html' title='Out of Curiosity'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114158905961303021</id><published>2006-03-05T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:40:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Mis) Adventures of a Socialite</title><summary type='text'>Well yes, that’s what a friend dubbed me when I mentioned my cultural itinerary for this entire week. So having spiritedly lapped up the tag thought might as well illustrate how I really lived up to the reputation. But before that, briefly the background- With much time to spare, this week was dedicated to the EU film festival. Of course it helped matters that my brother’s college happens to be </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='(Mis) Adventures of a Socialite'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114158905961303021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114158905961303021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114158905961303021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114158905961303021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/mis-adventures-of-socialite.html' title='(Mis) Adventures of a Socialite'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114151097600612239</id><published>2006-03-04T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:42:51.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of Real imitating the Reel?</title><summary type='text'>Watching the broadcasts of the protest rally against the Jessica Lal verdict, I felt a sense of mixed emotions. Right from the choice of the venue (India Gate), to the mode of protest (burning candles etc), to the correspondents from different news channels (displaying a flawless spontaneity of rehearsed rage in their P2Cs)– all of it brought back memories of the recent film that any reader of </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='Case of Real imitating the Reel?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114151097600612239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114151097600612239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114151097600612239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114151097600612239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/03/case-of-real-imitating-reel.html' title='Case of Real imitating the Reel?'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114116187082735146</id><published>2006-02-28T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:44:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Grams</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you pick a fight with your mom to go for a night stay at your friend’s place, you travel nearly half the city in the most crowded buses ever sitting on a bonnet (that makes your “rear side” resemble AS’s facial expression!) and then dear friend decides to doze off at 11? Well, it is for such unexpected moments in life that one is constantly armed with cinematic ammunition </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/' title='21 Grams'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114116187082735146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114116187082735146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114116187082735146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114116187082735146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/02/21-grams.html' title='21 Grams'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-114071889863499358</id><published>2006-02-23T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:46:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ET is the last place you expect to find amusement (assuming there is anything worthwhile that you "expect" to find in it any case!, ash what say?). However I came across something that some may dismiss off as plain cheeky, but then cheekiness being an exalted virtue for me, rather enjoyed reading it.http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1423271.cms</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/114071889863499358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=114071889863499358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114071889863499358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/114071889863499358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/02/et-is-last-place-you-expect-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12237088.post-113951263822163343</id><published>2006-02-09T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:47:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh mera India...</title><summary type='text'>Rang de Basanti, suave travel via Delhi metro, an unexpected heart attack, “self-destructive” impulses (read urge to handle mom’s most handle-with-care crockery carelessly), kitty parties as the most blasted mode of social gathering, seductions of an amoral life – these are some of my Mlogs (mental logs, till another blogger makes claim with a previously dated entry, I am presuming this one to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113951263822163343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113951263822163343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113951263822163343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113951263822163343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeh-mera-india.html' title='Yeh mera India...'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113791518824839948</id><published>2006-01-21T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:48:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbarians’ guide to culture studies: Final chapter</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the final day of the 3-day crash course (on what one may call) “Using the Social sciences tool kit to combat the big bad world”. First session of the day was a montage on fundamentalist views in the western world. From feminism about being unattractive women’s passport to the mainstream, to AIDS being god’s answer to the sins of the “faggots” it was an assortment of some really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113791518824839948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113791518824839948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113791518824839948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113791518824839948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/01/barbarians-guide-to-culture-studies.html' title='Barbarians’ guide to culture studies: Final chapter'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113773230205633287</id><published>2006-01-19T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:49:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sermon continues...</title><summary type='text'>From the Kashmir question to Madonna as a cultural artifact, today’s session with Mr. M was a liberal dose in “social sciences” garnished with his every day specialty - jibes and javelins. Apart from that, we saw a Spanish and a Brazilian film and it was amazing how these narratives from distant cultures spoke with a familiarity and an intimacy that seems possible only within our narrow spaces. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113773230205633287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113773230205633287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113773230205633287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113773230205633287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/01/sermon-continues.html' title='The sermon continues...'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113766002187761393</id><published>2006-01-19T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:53:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFP is passé, its time for AFM!</title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought this was going to be a Jimmy Poteresque year of “aren’t any good, brave causes left”, here is Mr. Mathew back to ensure that there is plenty still “left” to log in the mind space (and hopefully this blog space!) With due respect to Chinmay’s defiant spirit and equal irreverence to Mr. M’s vulgar display of “knowledge”, I must give it to latter ATLEAST he amply demonstrates </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113766002187761393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113766002187761393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113766002187761393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113766002187761393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2006/01/afp-is-pass-its-time-for-afm.html' title='AFP is passé, its time for AFM!'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113558095348693168</id><published>2005-12-25T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:50:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duty of Doubt</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled accidentally on a copy of the Times of India and flipping through their edit page (surprise! surprise! they still have one!), I found something “thought provoking”. This is not an attempt at hilarity and incredulous as it may seem it DID make for an interesting read, the subject at hand being – incredulity. The essay talked about scepticism and its significance in a democratic set up. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113558095348693168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113558095348693168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113558095348693168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113558095348693168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/12/duty-of-doubt.html' title='The Duty of Doubt'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113524763217983196</id><published>2005-12-22T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:54:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jamboree called Symbiosis</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a “non instruction day” for all the colleges under Symbiosis. Sadly institutions are often as fickle as humans and through their actions they only belie their words. So we were “instructed” to be at the grand pandal (which looked more like a marriage set-up than an academic space), alongside the entire menagerie of Symbiosis for what was called a “festival of entrepreneurs”.Ignorant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113524763217983196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113524763217983196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113524763217983196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113524763217983196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/12/jamboree-called-symbiosis.html' title='A Jamboree called Symbiosis'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113505408731741607</id><published>2005-12-19T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:55:02.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What has caught my fancy…“Clocky” – the alarm clock that runs away and hides forcing you out of bed. Inventor Ms Gauri Nanda from MIT deserves more than an IGNOBEL for it!Video ringtonesSo next time your ex-flame calls, you can watch “We were merely freshmen”Bagpiper whiskey now available in tetra packs.Mr Gokhale must feel vindicatedPVR mobile ticketing facility – one reason why I may like going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113505408731741607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113505408731741607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113505408731741607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113505408731741607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-has-caught-my-fancy-clocky-alarm.html' title=''/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113498371343160347</id><published>2005-12-19T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:24:00.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padamsee’s protégée’s tad on ad</title><summary type='text'>We had a screening of some international ads last week and I really think that most were quite trashy. I wonder if it is a “firang is fantastic” mindset that makes us drool and revere all that emanates from the phoren agencies. It reminded me of the debate between Mr Desai and Sujay sir where the former argued that though ads are focussing only on their entertainment quotient, it is not an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113498371343160347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113498371343160347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113498371343160347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113498371343160347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/12/padamsees-protges-tad-on-ad.html' title='Padamsee’s protégée’s tad on ad'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113462461744093101</id><published>2005-12-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:26:06.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zeitgeist time folks</title><summary type='text'>This was my first time with the zeitgeist but I am completely hooked on to the concept.It talks about the most searched subject matters on google and actually analyses the trends of what information the netizens have been seeking from the google seacrh engine...Among the top entries some of the interesting one have been about -Richard pryor - baap of eddie murphy, chris rock and robin williams, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113462461744093101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113462461744093101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113462461744093101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113462461744093101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/12/zeitgeist-time-folks.html' title='zeitgeist time folks'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-113153883210613268</id><published>2005-11-09T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:13:32.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B(l)OOGED DOWN</title><summary type='text'>This was supposed to be a more interactive format than what it has turned out to be..I have learnt my lessons late..but really the need of the hour is to cut the crap and make this a more regular affair...today is one of those days again when I feel utterly bogged down by what appears to be unmanageable amount of information...and despite attempts am not sure how efficient the sieving process has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/113153883210613268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=113153883210613268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113153883210613268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/113153883210613268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/11/blooged-down.html' title='B(l)OOGED DOWN'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-112384389836666748</id><published>2005-08-12T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:57:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No classes = film festival</title><summary type='text'>Life does not quite seem very beautiful right now for various reasons, while none of the reasons are valid enough to make me feel like sysiphus but thats how the state of affairs have been for some time now. With just the right kind of literary pretensions that my blog has, I thought I would carry it on with its pseudo spirit by talking about the movies that I saw in the recent past.To begin with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/112384389836666748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=112384389836666748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/112384389836666748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/112384389836666748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-classes-film-festival.html' title='No classes = film festival'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111954559912712439</id><published>2005-06-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:58:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random blog for a random day</title><summary type='text'>I really really wish that I wrote more often because there is so much to be chronicled. Its such a waste.These dead foetus thoughts of mine that are never given a chance ( terrible use of imagery given my abomination for act of procreation)...lets just carry on..Today was one of the more random days that I had.Like a forlorn lost lover I went around the town (actually only very specific places), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111954559912712439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111954559912712439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111954559912712439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111954559912712439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/06/random-blog-for-random-day.html' title='Random blog for a random day'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111735972755542252</id><published>2005-05-29T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:58:38.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the reading front</title><summary type='text'>Before this format also loses its relevance its important to keep it vitalised. Many things have crossed my mind that need to be discussed. As usuual I would have forgotten half, but I thought keeping a record of the books that I have been reading should be interesting.Eric Segal's "Only Love" was the only book lying around and therefore I went through it. This one is supposed to be a prequel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111735972755542252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111735972755542252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111735972755542252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111735972755542252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-reading-front_29.html' title='on the reading front'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111633801989940001</id><published>2005-05-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:08:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been long time</title><summary type='text'>the vitality that I expected to start flowing hasnt nd well as us. I have only myself to blame..As usual thoughts are jumbled up..subjects up for discussion..postponed for so long that i do not remember some n dont know which onez to start with.. Let me talk about the suicidal fantasies on the Mumbai local (which by the way I thot wud have made fora good title)..every time I travel thats the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111633801989940001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111633801989940001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111633801989940001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111633801989940001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/05/been-long-time.html' title='been long time'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111469419975589844</id><published>2005-04-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:06:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me your dreams</title><summary type='text'>A new sort of resolution..I wish to come out open with what I dream of..keeping aside if they will be realized.. So for instance..I want to learn French..I want to write for a paper probably Mid day..I want to get up for an early morning walk to the beach..who knows if I will be in this city again for this period..so lets make best of what we have.. I want do work with radio..do an internship in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111469419975589844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111469419975589844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111469419975589844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111469419975589844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/04/tell-me-your-dreams_28.html' title='tell me your dreams'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111460326166106243</id><published>2005-04-27T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:04:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly cliche..</title><summary type='text'>I do not want to inititate this line of thought coz i know I will end up soundin perversely pseudo pop philosophical but honestly this entire relationship business is too much to handle..how people get weary of each other..how fragile everything is but for me most importantly it is about what you think you feel or what it actually is (if sucha thing as "actuality" exists).. There are these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111460326166106243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111460326166106243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111460326166106243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111460326166106243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/04/randomly-cliche.html' title='Randomly cliche..'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111417599296913167</id><published>2005-04-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:03:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange thrill</title><summary type='text'>A few thoughts about the thrill of meeting celebrities..just figured that it is actually nothing about that particular person but the real celebrities are your aquaintances,family and friends whom you wish to impress for having spend that moment with the "big guy"..if only you were allowed to meet him only on the condition that you absolutely do not mention it to anyone..I wonder how many would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111417599296913167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111417599296913167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111417599296913167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111417599296913167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/04/strange-thrill.html' title='A strange thrill'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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-12237088.post-111375165572640666</id><published>2005-04-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:02:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to begin with</title><summary type='text'>For an incorrigible cynic, I had a rather decent evening and therefore despite my adverse temperament I have perhaps somethin cheerful to talk about in my inaugural blog...After 3weeks of stay in Bombay i finally was able to have my 1st dekko at the sea and it was fabulous..the colorful crowd..the gleeful kids..pretty young things gettin drenched ,every second aware of the prying male eye...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/feeds/111375165572640666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12237088&amp;postID=111375165572640666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111375165572640666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12237088/posts/default/111375165572640666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionsubversion.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-begin-with.html' title='to begin with'/><author><name>subversion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01652085497337592445</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>
