<?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-4031821935691257614</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:41:44.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Genesis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031821935691257614.post-3680522190817066175</id><published>2007-07-28T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T06:20:41.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus</title><content type='html'>My wait for summers was finally over. Spent about a month &amp; a half with a KPO. While in office, i was so damn bored, that i took to writing. 3 poems!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was satisfied with my feeble effort.&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the focus of this post though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to college n it feels great. or so i thought...&lt;br /&gt;The final years of formal education. This would ideally mean that people studying here would be mature enough. I was too naive. "History repeats" is an oft-heard phrase. I'm living to experience it...unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal case...a very good friendship between a boy n a girl. People dont like this (to think i'd see this in Mumbai!!!). That's the beginning of the end. Things turn awry...everything's merely a formality now. F*** ! y the hell can't people have a mind of their own?  More importantly, y is it that i'm the only victim of this stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its a sign from above...time to move on...or move out mayb. Freaks me out...Am i meant to compromise all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031821935691257614-3680522190817066175?l=lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/3680522190817066175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031821935691257614&amp;postID=3680522190817066175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/3680522190817066175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/3680522190817066175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/2007/07/exodus.html' title='Exodus'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</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-4031821935691257614.post-7575147269937779267</id><published>2007-05-20T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:38:40.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Ordeal</title><content type='html'>This part of my life is called "waiting in anxiousness". 1st year's done. Supposed to be doin a 2 month summer internship. Only that i havnt found any project yet. How good or bad can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...enjoying a break...a much welcome one at that. But the break is getting onto me now. Cant wait to get in there &amp; start with somethin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more harrowing is that i'm the only 1 left in class. And that's no great feelin'. How did i end up like this? This wasnt really the path i'd forseen. Sometimes i wonder...was i being too choosy about the projects that came to college in the early days? Maybe so...but i didn't see any harm then n i dont see any harm now. I was clear even before i'd joined college that i wanted to take up finance as my specialization. Now that was a conscious decision. Just not able to figure out what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on the lookout for over a month now. Came home for a week to meet a few people here for the same. Nuthin has materialized yet. So what do i do...i enjoy my time with my friends. Got cousins visiting, catching up with good old friends. People would actually think i'm on a holiday. But heck they wouldnt know the ordeal that i'm goin thru. It's freakin' me out. Spoke to a lotta people of repute. But as Murphy puts it, "..if something can go wrong, it will." So here i am...stuck in the worst lean patch of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends are there who keep me goin'. Coupla them are just as bothered as i am. It's all about hangin' in there. About not getting mind f***ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of my life is called ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031821935691257614-7575147269937779267?l=lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/7575147269937779267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031821935691257614&amp;postID=7575147269937779267' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/7575147269937779267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/7575147269937779267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/2007/05/freaky-ordeal.html' title='Freaky Ordeal'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031821935691257614.post-1015706537046930310</id><published>2007-03-27T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:32:30.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding on....</title><content type='html'>Why is it that i suddenly start realizing how much i miss someone when that person is ready to pack his bag &amp; leave for a new place? Or is it really how it seems? Maybe its how much i'll miss that person in the future. Who am i tryin to fool here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while there was no real effort to stay in touch. But the whole idea that the person is just a few miles away is reassuring in itself. Not anymore... Apprehension has popped its ugly face. How, or more importantly, when will i get to meet that person again? There are suddenly so many thoughts that are running through my &lt;em&gt;blank&lt;/em&gt; mind. I hate this state of perplexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It wasn't really sad, the way we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just hurt so bad, she couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;He packed his things, walked out the door &amp; drove away....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she became the girl from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a plane across the sea to some foreign land&lt;br /&gt;She stayed at home &amp; tried so hard, to understand&lt;br /&gt;How someone who had been so close, could be so far away&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she became the girl from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light's on in the window, she's waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to a memory, that's never comin' home&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of his returning &amp; the things that he might say&lt;br /&gt;But she'll always be, the girl from yesterday! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     - Eagles : The girl from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems hazy. Solitude is my companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line still remains.....&lt;br /&gt;What am i holding on to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031821935691257614-1015706537046930310?l=lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/1015706537046930310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031821935691257614&amp;postID=1015706537046930310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/1015706537046930310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/1015706537046930310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/2007/03/holding-on.html' title='Holding on....'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031821935691257614.post-749812452476488421</id><published>2007-03-21T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:53:05.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eXtend 07</title><content type='html'>My debut on stage as far as being a host for an event goes! eXtend 07 was an eBiz summit that was organized by our class. I was asked to be one of the people on stage to introduce the speakers. During the auditions, i was asked to "de-accentize" myself (whatever that means!!!). I wasn't 2 sure i'd b able to do that (not that i wanted to anyway...) ; not while i've spent the past 2 years of my life speaking like that.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;           The summit was a forum for corporate leaders to discuss the future of eBiz &amp; the challenges faced by companies in this respect. Stood at the podium, shaky knees &amp;amp; shivering hands. My voice cracked....thought i'd lost it. But i managed to get away with a few mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Thought i'd mastered the art when i found myself at the podium for the next round of panel discussion. Altho' the knees were rooted &amp; the hands felt like they've been there, done that, my brain wasnt ready yet to come to terms with this situation. Blunder seems such a soft word. Disaster would probably fit the bill. Whats worse is that there aren't many critics around who'd give you a piece of their true mind. I dont want people to tell my "Hey, we dint even notice it!" Now that's CSR. I hope people stop being politically correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031821935691257614-749812452476488421?l=lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/749812452476488421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031821935691257614&amp;postID=749812452476488421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/749812452476488421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/749812452476488421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/2007/03/extend-07.html' title='eXtend 07'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031821935691257614.post-4519400345429328969</id><published>2007-02-13T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:39:43.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrvheQYUOW0/RdISchQ7WjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JDHkpGUd36Q/s1600-h/5ATM0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031104014901271090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrvheQYUOW0/RdISchQ7WjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JDHkpGUd36Q/s320/5ATM0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very skeptical about starting a blog, dint really know what it'd b like. Had heard a lot abt how it can be used like a pensieve, to pen down ur thoughts. Never really got to start one....not until now. Thought i'd take the plunge. So here i am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031821935691257614-4519400345429328969?l=lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/feeds/4519400345429328969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031821935691257614&amp;postID=4519400345429328969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/4519400345429328969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031821935691257614/posts/default/4519400345429328969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslikethat-anu.blogspot.com/2007/02/genesis.html' title='The Genesis'/><author><name>Anu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06866171688643117227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GrvheQYUOW0/RdISchQ7WjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JDHkpGUd36Q/s72-c/5ATM0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
