<?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-3632870</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:25.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radzone</title><subtitle type='html'>C-napse junction</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3632870.post-114861548320854344</id><published>2006-05-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:51:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quandary....Do you ever feel like you're in a HUGE quandary, your mind is whirring with activity, multiple backround processes, dilemma, everything at once... but you can't quite put your finger on what it is that is causing all that drama?I am currently in that position. My head is a battle field.... except that I don't know who is fighting and over what!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114861548320854344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114861548320854344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2006/05/quandary.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-114750414437924953</id><published>2006-05-12T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:09:04.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is anything Black? Is anything white?Are we living in a grey world? Does the conflict of black and white only exist in books, fairytales and movies? Do we really live in a world where everyone is grey?But I wouldn't have it any other way.....I like books and movies that reach conclusions... not necessarily happy endings... Things have a way of settling down.... however, entropy is always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114750414437924953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114750414437924953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-anything-black-is-anything-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-114374234740032676</id><published>2006-03-30T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:12:27.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deceived by the Clown Inside of me...........Each of us potrays a certain self and the way we are perceived by others is a function of that 'self' and their interpretation of that self.I know I'm a certain way and people believe me to be someone....... but when something natural to me is 'assumed' by someone I go do exactly the opposite. I may have planned to do something anyways but if I'm told </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114374234740032676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114374234740032676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2006/03/deceived-by-clown-inside-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-114109863328151631</id><published>2006-02-27T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:50:33.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weirdest thing.......The 'Movies' post is not my first this year. I made a comeback a week ago and that post has gone missing into cyberspace!!My post has been kidnapped!!!!! HALP!! Yeh sab kya ho raha hain cyberspace... yahaan par bhi gunde!!This is something that every blogger must read. It appeared in an article about multitasking (most of the writers were not in favor of the phenomenon!) in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114109863328151631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114109863328151631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2006/02/weirdest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-114106304729012360</id><published>2006-02-27T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:57:27.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies......... the good things in lifeAlright so it's true I'm a movie junkie. My involuntary sabbatical has given me an opportunity to catch up on movies so here are some suggestions for those of you who work and don't have the time to see everything that makes the big screen or DVD!!Must WATCH.. must must must1. Brokeback Mountain (Watch this movie even if you're a bigot...)2. Rang de Basanti </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114106304729012360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/114106304729012360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2006/02/movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-110632710373236317</id><published>2005-01-21T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:05:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holding on...We want some things to last forever... is it too much to ask for? I think not. 'Cos it 'ain't over till it's over'. And 'over' is a strong word. Feelings, situations, people, relationships, thoughts seem to come and go... but they never really go away altogher. They leave something ... a little bit of a souvenir. A little bit of themselves becomes a little bit of us.I'm selfish..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110632710373236317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110632710373236317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2005/01/holding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-110285686456875348</id><published>2004-12-12T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T05:07:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Beginnings....Every once in a while we reach a time in life which marks a *beginning*. How does onedeal with it. There's types of people I guess. Everyone has to face the clash of the titans : "Apprehension" and "Excitement". In me "apprehension" is a complete LOSER cos excitement is a REALLY strong candidate. Though I'm aware that Apprehension is a big winner with some sooo..... To make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110285686456875348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110285686456875348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-beginnings.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-110222177647266383</id><published>2004-12-04T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:42:56.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fLoOd....Ever get the feeling that you're in a flood and drifting along is just not an option. You need to struggle to keep those six inches from the top of your head to your nostrils above water while you're pushed forcefully downstream. The ones who swim swift strong strokes turn up as winners. Some fools try and swim upstream and meet their "waterloo" (sidey pun completely intended), a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110222177647266383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/110222177647266383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/12/flood.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-109125389362035830</id><published>2004-07-30T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:04:53.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain Drops...This year the rains in Bombay have been as fickle as the stock exchange. For the longest time... nothing... and then in buckets... then entire days of fair showers... followed by sporadic bucket downpours! KOWABUNGA!!Everytime I leave the house to get to the institute it rains very heavily... but just for the five minutes it takes me to get there. Just enough to give me and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/109125389362035830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/109125389362035830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/07/rain-drops.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108984031046696314</id><published>2004-07-14T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:25:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepy I am sooooo sleeeppy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108984031046696314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108984031046696314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/07/sleepy-i-am-sooooo-sleeeppy.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108931120642987203</id><published>2004-07-08T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T11:26:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pack away...It's that time of the year again... the time when loads we know are leaving to join grad school in the States (i'm just talking about people I know). There's excitement, there's apprehension, there's that warm fuzzy feeling, there's that 'freaking all out', there's a feeling of moving on... there's the feeling of an end and the feeling of a beginning! I'm gonna dedicate this post to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108931120642987203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108931120642987203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/07/pack-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108917448618891018</id><published>2004-07-06T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:28:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me too...Hey this is officially a complete blog now. Comments, trackback, nedstats...the work. Thank you to Ketaki ().Now to get to some serious blogging SOON</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108917448618891018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108917448618891018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/07/me-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108894818725796954</id><published>2004-07-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T06:36:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gaayab...Wouldn't it be fun to be invisible for a while? Actually I dunno if it'kk be fun but sometimes I wish I was ivisible! I want to be a spirit and a spirit only!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108894818725796954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108894818725796954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/07/gaayab.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108849101246609831</id><published>2004-06-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:36:52.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MondayzzzzzI know it's tuesday but I thought I should write about Mondays. I don't like 'em. I used to like them in school... 'cos I LOVED going to school. Infact in 11 years I missed all of two days in school.... that has to be some sort of a record. It's not like i didn't fall sick but it was always over the weekend or during summer vacation. Fevers, colds, were not reason enought ot miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108849101246609831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108849101246609831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/06/mondayzzzzz-i-know-its-tuesday-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-108810768803143583</id><published>2004-06-24T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:08:08.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO again...After almost a year of absence from Blogistan... I'm back. Not so sure about writing very often so I'm going to hold the "back with a vengeance" part. Here's an update about me...I have now entered the third dreaded year of my MS at TIFR Bombay... I'm a senior student now.... how about that! I've got one year to go and ths year is going to be super full. Just as I'm getting into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108810768803143583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/108810768803143583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-106164015157870176</id><published>2003-08-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T05:02:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slow...It's been a slow week! Not becaus ehter'e not much to do but because I haven't done much. Have been reading long e-mails from my brother who has recently left the country to go to US to pursue an MS in CS.... (can you get more cliche than that... PEACE). Anyways so my brother, Rushi and I have grown up like twins (being only 14 months apart by age... he is older). Both of us moved out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/106164015157870176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/106164015157870176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/08/slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-105790810999258500</id><published>2003-07-11T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T00:23:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jittery...I'm kind of restless today. There's a lot of things happening. Nothing too taxing but a lot of little things! I have some lab work to finish urgently! I'm preparing for a presentation to give next saturday, the topic of which was suddenly changed after we preapred for almost two months for something else! My mom and brother (Rushi) are gonna visit me tomorrow. I'm participating in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/105790810999258500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/105790810999258500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/07/jittery.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-105714714333155459</id><published>2003-07-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T04:59:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back...It's been an eventful time since my last post. A family trip to kerala, a coupe of presentations, making new friends, going to new places in and around mumbai, a trek just to name a few!I want to write in detail about some stuff and not about some! But the pooint of course is that I am back!!!! Hope to continue my existence a s a citizen of Blogistan!BTW, three cheers for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/105714714333155459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/105714714333155459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-93170563</id><published>2003-04-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T04:10:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you....I finally saw Chicago!! (I don't care if you think I'mtoo late) YAAY! It is a piece of art! Realy really! I didn't know that these actors are so talented even otherwise.. I mean I am completely impressed! Loved the attitude, loved the dances, loved the music, loved the costumes.. and of course Richard Gere's still got it! Classy stuff! some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/93170563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/93170563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/04/when-youre-good-to-mama-mamas-good-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-92693067</id><published>2003-04-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T20:41:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Budday...Happy Budday to Ketaki!!!!!! Here's wishing you many many many many many many more!!!Neeraj.... Be Good to K2!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/92693067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/92693067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/04/happy-budday.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-92150561</id><published>2003-04-07T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T07:34:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much...I've had such a full last week! I'm just back from my very fist visit to the capital!! I had gone with my labbies for a conference where were presenting some posters. Unfortunately it was a really rushed visit so I didn't get much time to look around. Here's a summary- The Rajdhani in all it's glory is overrated!- Delhi is dry!- Delhi is hot.- You know you're working last minute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/92150561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/92150561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/04/so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-90984992</id><published>2003-03-19T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T03:25:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stop Wars...An organisation called Move On (www.moveon.org) supported by musicians in USA co-ordinated a worldwide vigil with candles on 16th March, 2003 at 7:00 p.m., local time. Her ein Mumbai ti was held in three places, Shivaji park, Priyadarshini park (Napean sea road) and IIT (Powai). I and a couple of my colleagues in TIFR attended the one in priyadarshini park. It was quite ordinary, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90984992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90984992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/03/stop-wars.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-90345215</id><published>2003-03-07T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T22:51:45.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's Ketaki,I'm adding a new blog link. This is Ketaki, my newly wed cousin who's just starting off on her new job! Should make interesting reading!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90345215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90345215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/03/heres-ketaki-im-adding-new-blog-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-90345101</id><published>2003-03-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T22:48:45.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swallowing One's Pride...Is that the bitterest thing in the world or what!! A small matter gets spiralled WAY out of proportion for NO reason at all! I had this experience last week. I made a mistake, a small mistake. Your regular run of the mill, absent minded mistake. But I took lee way about something that I wasn't told anything about. So I went ahead and did something. Then, I messed up  a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90345101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/90345101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/03/swallowing-ones-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-89365782</id><published>2003-02-19T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T04:00:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Discovering Lenses...Last week I was stranded with three pairs of broken spectacles two days before a huge presentation! A presentation which really mattered. I'm myopic (short sighted) so don't really need spectacles for reading but Do need for other daily activities like recognising people. Not wearing my spectacles for a long time, apart from blurred vision also gives me headaches. So.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/89365782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/89365782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/02/discovering-lenses.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-89220670</id><published>2003-02-16T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T20:30:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy me...Got a new look for my blog, pained Rushi to spruce it up and then no post for a really long time! That's just 'cos I've been tooo lazy! Seems like the whole city is preoccupied with cricket. I'm not particularly a cricket fanatic, I'm just interested in it as a sport, but, it's the world cup so I'm hooked too!My daily workouts happen at around 8 or 8:30 in the evening.Thats when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/89220670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/89220670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/02/lazy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-88314877</id><published>2003-01-30T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T23:17:31.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making changes.....Long over due redecoration of Radzone! I'm soooo bad at this! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88314877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88314877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/01/making-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-88251741</id><published>2003-01-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T21:31:44.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congo...Come on shake your body baby do the congo,I know you can't control yourself any longer,Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger,Come on everybody now do the congo beat!!!Heard this Gloria Estefan Song a couple of days ago and I'm quite surprised that even thought she sings it in a  very cryptic fashion, for some odd reason I seem to know the words!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88251741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88251741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/01/congo.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-88154051</id><published>2003-01-28T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T05:41:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Nash...Books gave been written about him, an oscar winning movie made, millions of articles written, thousands of annecdotes, yet I in my humblest of beings choose to write about John Nash. I should have made this post some time ago but here it is. My fascination with John Nash started slow with some stray inputs from Rushi. He had heard that a move is being made about John Nash and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88154051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/88154051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/01/john-nash.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-87634147</id><published>2003-01-18T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T02:44:56.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's to a eventful 2002...I guess it's kind of late for a new year post but hey I'm gonna go ahead with mine anyways! Last year has been quite eventful for me. I've gone from pampered puneri to bustling bombayite, from laid back undergrad to "research student", from daughter at home to living on my own! What else I'm a Bachelor of Science now (it's official after the convocation happened on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/87634147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/87634147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2003/01/heres-to-eventful-2002.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-86512931</id><published>2002-12-25T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T05:07:24.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's wishing you...Merry Christmas everyone! I'm off to go home tomorrow through new years! Will retrospect about the year later this week! Have a GREAT last week!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/86512931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/86512931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/12/heres-wishing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-86163875</id><published>2002-12-17T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T05:17:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under the Weather...Bombay does NOT experience a winter. Having stayed in Pune as long as I remember, I feel that winter is an essential part of the year. I sympathasize with the people in very cold places (where it's snowing as I type) but a little bit of a winter is so much fun. I'm going to miss not wearing my woolies on Christmas day. I already miss not using that cozy rajai which is more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/86163875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/86163875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/12/under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-85427508</id><published>2002-12-03T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T05:47:19.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Healthy Feeling...Eat your hearts out... I'm part of the swankiest new gym in town, bang in the middle of Cuffe Parade. I decided that making a career out of science doesn't necessarily have to mean leading an unhealthy life. So no matter HOW late I sleep or HOW tired I feel, or how achy those muscles are, I keep an hour out of the 24 to go workout in the gym. And in a week I feel GREAT. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/85427508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/85427508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/12/that-healthy-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-84869764</id><published>2002-11-21T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T06:13:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apocalypse...This weekend, starting today, the department has it's annual talks program. All the faculty memebrs have to give talks about their work and you students are pained to make posters!!! It's a week of intense power point presentations and printouts, reading and romping, sleepless night and sleepy days, countless 'drafts', rejected versions, accepeted versions, improved versions, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84869764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84869764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/11/apocalypse.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-84650558</id><published>2002-11-16T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T22:24:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tinsel Town...I'm not a Bombayite in any sense of the word. I'm a Punekar to the core, and quite proud of it , thank you very much.The concept of celebrity spotting, though not completely alien, is not so routine in Pune. In Bombay even if you walk into a "regular" hangout you find some faces. Faces that you can't quite put a name on but have seen somwhere around the place, maybe on TV, maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84650558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84650558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/11/tinsel-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-84511829</id><published>2002-11-13T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T21:54:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children's Day......I've always wondered why Pt. Nehru's Birthday is celebrated as Children's day. He REALLY had a special way with kids.There' a lovely letter in the TOI today written by Pt. Nehru to children, it's a good window into the man he was. There are no sermons, no advice, just conversation. Absolutely delightful piece of reading. There are very few grown ups who can remember what it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84511829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84511829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/11/childrens-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-84276821</id><published>2002-11-09T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T06:29:51.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold the Phone.... I'm back!Back from a week long sabbatical. I was visiting Pune for Diwali and BOY was it needed. I'm replenished and and RARING to go. It was a week of 'meeting and eating'. Wining and dining! Wishes and warnings! Okay that's all I've got. Diwali is the best season of the year. Had I stayed back in Bombay going to TIFR everyday and just being routine I would have been as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84276821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/84276821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/11/hold-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-83769347</id><published>2002-10-30T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T05:52:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diwali at home...I'm going back to Pune after more than two months and am quite thrilled I must say! Ticket's in my wallet I'm all ready. Lots of work to finish before leaving but its amazing, the amount of energy I have to work now!!! The best part is that I'm not just going for the weekend but for the WEEK!!!!Happy diwali fellow Bloggers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83769347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83769347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/diwali-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-83447573</id><published>2002-10-23T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T23:15:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>XXX...That's the name of the last movie I saw. It sounds really bad and you need to explain to people that it's nothing like what they think it is!! In one line it's James Bond meets Extreme Sports. The hero is one extreme sports-freak, new age underground cool dude, who calles him self XXX or X for short. X  takes to vandalism of super cars of senators who want to ban video games! Then comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83447573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83447573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/xxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-83207917</id><published>2002-10-19T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T02:04:06.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keys...I'm usually VERY careful with keys. That is the ONE thing that I don't lose. Yesterday's events completely broken this myth. I missed the 7 o clock buc because I couldn't find my keys. I went back to the lab to look for them and then I had to wait in the lobby. I put them down on the chair next to me and then left without picking them up. Luck was in my favor and 'with a little help from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83207917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/83207917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/keys.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82792148</id><published>2002-10-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T07:28:17.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me......Someone who visited Radzone mailed me asking basically "Who are you?". Since I don't feel like putting up  a formal personal webpage just yet... I think I'll just do  quick megalomanic post.I was born in Liverpool, but have no recollection of it since we moved back when I was 2 months old! After that I've spent all my life in quaint, cool Pune (Best city there is). Finished my ICSE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82792148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82792148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82722638</id><published>2002-10-08T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T20:42:29.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wa-Wa-Weeeeeeeeeeee.....I'm in a good mood today! Why?.... I have no idea! It's the start of the day, I hope I don't lose it! Maybe I'll start a new expeiment today. Maybe 'll just go to the seaside and chillax!Any ideas how to utilise a good mood?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82722638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82722638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/wa-wa-weeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82407594</id><published>2002-10-02T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T01:27:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cooking...(Dedicated to every Rookie in the Kitchen)I always liked cooking. To me it's more like doing a really cool experiment. It's quite amazing what you can make by following simple protocol and sometimes making some small changes to it and getting something phenomenal or even disastrous. BUT cooking in your own place is a whole different thing. Cooking back in the family home was only on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82407594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82407594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/10/cooking.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82226790</id><published>2002-09-27T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T23:24:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clean up...Spent saturday morning cleaning up the place. We hadn't cleaned up in two weeks and it looked like a pig sty. The moment I got up in the morning I realised that MOM is coming today. That hit the Panic button and roomie and I cleaned up the place in a jiffy! Looking good, smelling fresh (not that it smelt bad earlier, cos it was untidy but not unclean).Looking forward to having a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82226790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82226790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/clean-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82138489</id><published>2002-09-26T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T02:55:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bombay Bandh....My first up close and personal with a Bandh Bombay! Back home in Pune I always wondered 'how' bandh can Bombay get. But hey it really really does shut off. Pune being the sleepy town that it is (during the day ;o) I had never had any experience with this sort of a thing. But this is DRASTIC change. For the uninitiated, Bal Thackaray and his 'sainiks' have called a bandh in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82138489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82138489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/bombay-bandh.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-82035186</id><published>2002-09-24T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T00:42:18.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reappearance....I had a sort of blogger's block for a few days so just decided to read but not write! But hey I'm back. I don't have a computer at home and cybercafes are somehow NOT my piece of cake! I've never been to one and I don't think I ever will. So I net surf only when I'm in the Institute. That makes me a non-blogger over weekends!....So far this post is really boring! I was just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82035186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/82035186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/reappearance.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81773824</id><published>2002-09-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T07:45:24.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter....It's true I've only JUST been introduced to the bespecacled boy-wizard with untidy hair. I hadn't read the books or seen the movie. I'm not someone who will go out of my way to buy some book just cos everyone is talking about it. Also I figured it won't be much different or any better than the Enid Blyton magic books I have grown up reading. Anways three days ago I saw that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81773824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81773824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81665131</id><published>2002-09-16T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T02:45:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About About a Boy...Went to see this movie saturday night, cos I thought Hugh Grant gels with Saturday nights. Very disappointing movie. The kid is really irritating. He's like a bug buzzing around near your ear but you can't quite get it. bzzzzzzzzzz! Hugh Grant looks great with a smart new haircut and REALLY cool outfits and nice car. But GOD how boring. He just lazes around whole day in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81665131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81665131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/about-about-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81587766</id><published>2002-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T00:00:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ambiguity....(Borrowed from That 70's Show)This comes from a stream of thought stimulated by Sonal's entry about oft repeated Qs like "What are you going to do after you graduate?"You can maintain ambiguity in your answers by an alternation between " 's cool!' and "whatever"Q&gt;Wanna go for a movie?A&gt; 's cool!Q&gt;Which movie do you wanna see?A&gt;WhateverQ&gt;Should we go right away?A&gt; 's coolQ</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81587766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81587766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/ambiguity.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81540334</id><published>2002-09-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T21:50:43.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IceCream....I don't like people who don't like icecream! 'cause I have a very prejudiced opinion that it's JUST not possible and if you don't like it than make an effort to like it!! Preference in flavours I can understand.It's a really good receipe. I've also always thought who came up with the idea of Icecream. Definitely one of the "Great Inventions". I thinks it's a "friendly food".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81540334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81540334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/icecream.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81440128</id><published>2002-09-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T21:30:27.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spray....Red, sticky, gooey, slimy, infested with microbes, stinky. Do we all agree that this sounds gross? Then why is this stuff flying all over the city and  out of voluntary action. I have yet to understand HOW people don't find it repulsive... and if they do then how come they can spew it out periodically. Last week I was saved my a whisker while getting onto a bus from one massive spray. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81440128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81440128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/spray.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81270786</id><published>2002-09-07T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T00:02:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shifting base............. againSo I moved to Mumbai 6 weeks ago to join the TIFR Graduate School. Since then I've been staying with my Aunt and her family at Chembur. Now I'm moving to my own place nearby, saving me all the trouble of travelling through the length of Bombay everyday... TWICE!!! Now I have to move all my things from Chembur to Colaba which is like moving to another town. So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81270786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81270786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/shifting-base.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-81131413</id><published>2002-09-04T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T00:59:46.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Californication.......(Borrowed from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers)In poorer parts of India the concept of 'California' is represented by Bombay and for Urban India it's going to just about anywhere in America.Going West is what its all about. Well money is whats it's all about. These days it's also mostly about an American education.Back home in Pune everyfamily that I know has some one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81131413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/81131413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/09/californication.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80908670</id><published>2002-08-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T21:42:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaay I have comments on my blog! After trying out three different services I've currently settled with Haloscan. TIFR is officially closed today and I'm working... it's bliss to work when few people are around. For some reason I think I should write a bit about what I do in TIFR whole day! Apart from attending courses, seminars, causeries, journal clubs and participating in them I also do some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80908670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80908670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/yaay-i-have-comments-on-my-blog-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80861349</id><published>2002-08-29T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T01:12:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ms. Elle....This is loosely based on some one I recently met, an extremely young at heart lady called  Ms Elle Green (nee Lalita Joshi). I thought her story was fascinating and should be shared. I'm not sure she agrees so her name and details have been changed. Lalita was born in Bombay, she spent most of her early life in Bombay with one stint in a village in Konkan and then returned to Bombay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80861349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80861349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80716065</id><published>2002-08-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T22:02:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Scooter CartI've always wondered about this cart thingy which is attached to some scooters to carry a third person. I just find it really strange!! Agreed that it is very convinient for people with a family of three and all the benefits and whatever but I kind of tend to look at it twice everytime I see one. It's like a grown up person being dragged along in pram of sorts. This third entity</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80716065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80716065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/scooter-cart-ive-always-wondered-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80681199</id><published>2002-08-24T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T23:36:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presenting the new and improved Radzone!!!Drastic changes on this site means that I've had help and loads of free time on hand! BINGO! Help from Rushi (hyporg) and free time because I'm back home in Pune. All ye faithful readers... tell me what you think. Btw, Sat you migh want you try out this commenting system netcomments.com pretty nifty. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80681199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80681199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/presenting-new-and-improved-radzone.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80648676</id><published>2002-08-24T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T00:42:07.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have sort of gathered from the past few days that this little corner of the world i.e. Radzone is visited by a fair number of people. What I mean by fair number is that it's not two as I thought, but more like five. Satyen suggests that I put in a comment system.... sounds good but I need the enthu to actually do it. My hotpop e-address, where I have so far invited comments does not work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80648676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80648676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-have-sort-of-gathered-from-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80312613</id><published>2002-08-16T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T02:21:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coffee...I like coffee. To me its not just a drink but more a concept. Cappuccino, Espresso, the very indian Expresso (sweetened cappuccino), Frappe, black, white, coffee desserts (tiramisu), coffee chocolates... (I'm not listing out things from the Barista menu), it's a large spectrum.It's a cup of comfort. Coffee is the reason why you could cram whole night to get through that awful last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80312613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80312613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80220463</id><published>2002-08-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T23:09:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War Against BoredomOn an average I spend about three hours in commute from home to work and back. It's me against my boredom. I have come up with some pretty interesting strategies to fight boredom, and learnt quite a bit along the way. Don't be a naive small towner and strike up a converstion with a fellow passenger in the bus, because it is annoying to the seasoned ones, because they really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80220463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80220463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/war-against-boredom-on-average-i-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-80133449</id><published>2002-08-12T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T22:47:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turning 21What is the Big deal in turning 21? I feel the same I felt three days. It's no longer about growing up but about growing wiser. I'm not talking about the 'old 'n' grey' wise but the 'streetwise'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80133449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/80133449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/08/turning-21-what-is-big-deal-in-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79631833</id><published>2002-07-31T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T00:18:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Genus: DriversSpecies: mumbaitaxicusDuring my study of the Genus: Drivers over the past few days one particular species has caught my attention. I am speaking of the very famous, almost swarming, populations of the mumbaitaxicus infesting all parts of the metropolis of Mumbai. It is an animal thriving in absolute urban environment. Predominantly migratory, having its origins in Bihar, Uttar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79631833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79631833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/genus-drivers-species-mumbaitaxicus.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79541296</id><published>2002-07-29T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T01:45:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Transport.Moving to Mumbai has started a new relationship between Public transport and me. At the risk of sounding hoity-toity but I really never travlled by public transport in Pune. It was either car, in school, or my bike when I left school. In case of unavailibility of either it was rickshaw. Local trains are next to non-existent in Pune, and Buses are non reliable. Travelling by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79541296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79541296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/public-transport.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79341326</id><published>2002-07-24T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T03:26:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I apologise for the brief disapearance. I'm not reallly stressed for time but overwhelmed by my lack of knowledge. I've started working in a field of study that I know nothing about. Feels like thelast three years were spent on a different planet and I have somehow slipped into some parallel universe , ok, maybe just a different stream, where everything is alien. This is my third day at TIFR and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79341326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79341326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-apologise-for-brief-disapearance.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79250685</id><published>2002-07-22T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T03:26:12.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day at TIFR. This place is huge. Hope I can find my way around. The bus journey is just toooooo long. Having stayed in Pune and attended college 2 kms from ht house I'm spoilt. Long travel on a daily basis is an alien concept. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79250685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79250685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/first-day-at-tifr.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79177087</id><published>2002-07-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T21:18:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well last day at home as a permanent resident. Being the youngest in the family has its own set of situations. Everyone seems to be distressed because I'm going to grad school. Seems like me moving out is the ultimate announcement that we've all grown up. I do hear a lot of "I can't believe YOU have graduated" and "YOU're moving out". Fascinating. There wasn't that much of a brouhaha when my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79177087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79177087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/well-last-day-at-home-as-permanent.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-79026787</id><published>2002-07-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T10:50:13.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a movie today, Bend it Like Beckham. A nice way to ease off world cup frenzy out of my system. For a while there football WAS the 'agenda'. This movie thought got me thinking about the Indian wedding ceremony. It's really like a festival of sorts. And then there are characters which make it a circus. There's the omnipresent gramdmother-type who loves the rituals and traditional packages </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79026787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/79026787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/i-saw-movie-today-bend-it-like-beckham.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-78978595</id><published>2002-07-15T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T09:41:05.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Blogexcitement I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself to fellow bloggers. Radha Desai from Pune. Graduated Bachelors in Science (only just) and am off to Mumbai to study at TIFR. Keep reading all ye faithful readers to see how small towners deal with metropolitan transitions!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78978595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78978595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/in-blogexcitement-i-seem-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-78964513</id><published>2002-07-15T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T00:15:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm moving away from home this weekend and have the enormous task of getting rid of stuff that I don't need. I'm not really the sentimental kind who stocks up childhood memories. It's just the amount of useless stuff (some of it I cannot put a name on) is so huge that I don't really know what to do with it. There should be professionals for this kind of stuff, or atleast a place where you have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78964513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78964513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/im-moving-away-from-home-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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-3632870.post-78898940</id><published>2002-07-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T02:13:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my very first Blog. Hope I get better at this and fast! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78898940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3632870/posts/default/78898940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radzee.blogspot.com/2002/07/this-is-my-very-first-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Radha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10181073548525717919</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></feed>
