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	<description>Making sense of the world.</description>
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		<title>A  Strange Welcome</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 05:43:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eby</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Going to Kashmir came as a result of boredom and a break-up, in the ratio of 3:2 to be precise. I know it sounds pretty weird, but boredom did the packing up, the break-up just made me give away my clothes and cut my hair that had grown till my waist. But that is not&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Black cow on a red background</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 12:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sumukhi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[White walls. Glass doors. Ergonomically unfit chairs.Pioneers of the food industry. A steaming cup of coffee. The perfect meeting. My imagination runs wild and I see a mosquito in my minds eye fluttering towards the coffee cup. Hungry eyes (I think) and salivating tongue (I think they have one), it speeds towards the Amberish-Brown drink&#8230;..&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>My Inner Voice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 13:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Your mind knows only some things. Your inner voice, your instinct, knows everything. If you listen to what you know instinctively, it will always lead you down the right path.” We have all known about our inner voice for some time now, It is supposed to be a guide, our concience, and the voice of reason above&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Sense. Or. Sensibility.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 18:44:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Suhasini</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a relationship built on sensibility, Sense has no role. In a relationship of Sense, sensibility has no role. With every relationship, the cynicism increases. Nobody can be truly in love after the age of 18. What about those of us who refuse to let sensibility in? Companionship – such a palatable term. Acceptable to&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Reena&#8217;s Roses</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 06:10:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Reena lay dying of cancer. She and the doctors had put up a fight, yet the malignancy continued to grow. Her days were now numbered. Although not young, Reena was neither old. Why should her life be cut off so early&#8230; and with such excruciating pain? What had she done to deserve this? And where&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>What if China rules&#8230;..</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 10:18:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sumukhi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[What if china rules&#8230;.. 1) It will be like the CPM ruling but only with some development happening. 2) The brand new soldier for poor will be abstained from making bad speeches, sent to Leh for proper soldier training, his travel expenses will be cut (if possible withdrawn) and last but not the least he&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Baap Ek Nambari&#8230; Beta Das Nambari!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 08:27:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Suhasini</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Waise toh hum Allahbad ke hain! Kya baat hai! Hum bi! Waah! See, *that’s* why the movie is an epic! For someone who grew up in a staunchly non-AB house, this proverbial coming-out is B.I.G. I fancy very few of his songs and virtually none of his movies except Saudaagar &#8211; the one with Nutan.&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Burning Effi-ji</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 17:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It all began during world Cup (03), with burning of effi-jies (pardon me for the spelling) of Dada&#8217;s boys after loosing their first match against the Aussies. That is when I got acquainted to the word effigies (pardon me for the waver ). Even the disastrous 07 world cup is done but I was still&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>Wisdom From A Sage..</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 05:55:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I lived in Rishikesh, I had a friend, a very old Sadhu. He was 75 at that time. I often used to visit him in his tiny room. Over cups of tea, which he used to make, we would talk about life and the world and would try to make some sense. One day,&#8230;]]></description>
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		<title>The Morning After</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 20:38:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Suhasini</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ll be there for you – when the rain starts to pour… I’ll be there for you- like I’ve been there before… I’ll be there for you – cos’ you’re there for me too! Do you like your friends? Here’s a thought – we love because we are conditioned to but we like because it&#8230;]]></description>
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