<?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-5171153018847540520</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:15:45.273+05:30</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='me'/><category term='Mamma&apos;s Stories and lessons'/><category term='Episodic Stories'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='books'/><category term='Music'/><category term='55-er'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><category term='films'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='Photography Blog'/><category term='animal world'/><category term='About:'/><category term='Special Days'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Goa'/><category term='India'/><category term='memories of a bad experience'/><category term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Sincro Station</title><subtitle type='html'>A stop that talks about Matters that Matter to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7032909823887331212</id><published>2012-02-06T00:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:52:30.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog Angel!</title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog Angel,
Wish you a Happy New Year!
It's not the case that I don't need the Blog anymore or that I don't consider the Blog a part of my life. 
It's also not the case that my life is at a standstill and there's nothing to talk about.....the fact is there's so much to talk about that I don't know where to start from. 
But right now,I want to talk about my hopes and dreams for the new year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7032909823887331212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-blog-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7032909823887331212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7032909823887331212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-blog-angel.html' title='Dear Blog Angel!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Panaji, Panaji</georss:featurename><georss:point>15.495602 73.82521</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6361267291327419761</id><published>2011-12-21T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:31:13.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Just One Night</title><summary type='text'>
( Part 1)



She moved to Pune only last month from some unheard village in Kerala. She's a Keralite and proud to be one. She knows where she comes from but doesn't believe in murdering other languages just to show her faithfulness to her language. I mean she doesn't have that heavy accent that most Keralites have. That was the first thing that really got me interested in her. Secondly, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6361267291327419761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-one-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6361267291327419761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6361267291327419761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-one-night.html' title='Just One Night'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MLNolO_f4pU/TvHWSLpLdJI/AAAAAAAACrw/jNwA447SJs4/s72-c/stock-vector-silhouette-of-a-man-and-a-woman-with-perfume-in-the-hands-of-62030812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8898011951254362593</id><published>2011-12-15T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:10:13.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Break Up! Shake Up!</title><summary type='text'>
"Do you feel my heart beat?"

My room mate came running to me, holding her wrist with the other hand, her face looking shocked , going paler by the passing second. I was reading my usual FM textbook, had an exam in 10 days , but her unusual question shook me out of my rising temper, which would have exploded if it wasn't that question!

I felt for her vein, " Yes I do! Why? What happened? Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8898011951254362593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-up-shake-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8898011951254362593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8898011951254362593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/break-up-shake-up.html' title='Break Up! Shake Up!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7309354689469747841</id><published>2011-12-09T01:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-09T02:45:44.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a Gem ...</title><summary type='text'>
My Dear Gem,


You've tricked me again.

After all that's said and done,
and everything that has been tried and 
failed,
I have felt time and again,
"This time I've got you for sure!"
 but just 
then you disappear far away, in the crowded lane. 

Why do You play hard to get in my chase for you?
That place you stay is far off ,


in some distant place, I've never been there with you.

 


Don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7309354689469747841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/letter-to-gem.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7309354689469747841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7309354689469747841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/letter-to-gem.html' title='Letter to a Gem ...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDh_lgIubjI/TuEj4j6FFjI/AAAAAAAACq0/YOSJmF87gCs/s72-c/magicimage.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-671982451410446587</id><published>2011-12-06T09:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:30:06.421+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is our problem?</title><summary type='text'>
The following is a report that appeared today on 'The Hindu', at Page 7, lower right corner.

People's representatives let them down

Kolar : People's representatives in Kolar district chose to keep off a function to mark International Day for Persons with Disabilities on Saturday.

Except for the presidents of the zilla panchayat and taluk panchayat, none of the people's representatives, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/671982451410446587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-our-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/671982451410446587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/671982451410446587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-our-problem.html' title='What is our problem?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4993591870528175296</id><published>2011-11-23T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:14:17.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KISS Campaign!</title><summary type='text'>
Law College, Goa.
Year 2003
1st year

6 months into college, and my classmates were speaking this strange legal language. Worst, they seemed comfortable speaking that language.

Any intellectually stimulating conversations were to be made by throwing in these complex heavy legal words.

I know am not a genius, what I also know is that I was never born dumb!

These people, who chose to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4993591870528175296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiss-campaign.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4993591870528175296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4993591870528175296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiss-campaign.html' title='KISS Campaign!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7513058408287096907</id><published>2011-11-01T09:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:09:04.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Early Morning Post</title><summary type='text'>
I have never written a blog post so early in the morning! It's 6 am as I write it!
The only time I remember waking up early, ( Early to me is 7am! Anything before that is "almost night"), is when I was in school, when I woke up by around 7.15 and hurried up and got ready for school by 8am. I remember my childhood when I look at Aadu and Molly now a days! 

I remember, 'Bhai' or mamma,('Bhai' is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7513058408287096907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-morning-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7513058408287096907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7513058408287096907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-morning-post.html' title='An Early Morning Post'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2489570339173881305</id><published>2011-10-20T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:00:02.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life with Princess Aduvati and Madame Molly!</title><summary type='text'>
I'm still unsure about my feelings for kids!
For most part of my life I've openly said that I will not like to have any children.
And on very few occasions ( Times when I meet friendly kids who I get along with), I've felt my heart say otherwise.



One of these times was when I met Aadu ( Aditi- 7 years) and Molly ( Mallika- 9 years) around a year back. They are my cousin Ganesh and Vrinda's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2489570339173881305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-with-princess-aduvati-and-madame.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2489570339173881305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2489570339173881305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-with-princess-aduvati-and-madame.html' title='Life with Princess Aduvati and Madame Molly!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrR7YZgOmTU/TqAugj5W0-I/AAAAAAAACYo/tB_eI2o_aSc/s72-c/aadu+molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5847165730010459821</id><published>2011-09-25T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:14:33.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>SMS that made my day!</title><summary type='text'>
Sometimes we complicate things.....even by being quiet!Silence is not always understood!U miss some1?Call.Wanna meet?Invite!Wanna b understood?xplain urself!Have questions?Ask.Don't like it?Say it.Like it?State it.U r in d mood?Do it.Want something?Ask in d best possible way to get a yes.If u already have a "no", have the courage to let go.We just have one life....Do what makes u happy!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5847165730010459821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/sms-that-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5847165730010459821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5847165730010459821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/sms-that-made-my-day.html' title='SMS that made my day!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-238884123793990401</id><published>2011-09-25T15:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:36:40.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This love has taken its toll!</title><summary type='text'>
Take the latest case of Malini Murmu's death.




For the past couple of days a lot is being talked about how her boy friend posted a status message about their break up on his facebook wall , following which the girl hit a depression and ended her life!

I watched the film, The Social Network last year and was shocked to learn how FB was invented and especially "The lack of sense" displayed by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/238884123793990401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-love-has-taken-its-toll.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/238884123793990401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/238884123793990401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-love-has-taken-its-toll.html' title='This love has taken its toll!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5603464592192371456</id><published>2011-09-22T15:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:26:20.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen a clear night sky?</title><summary type='text'>



I never get "Random Thoughts" by nature, it has to be someone else making random statements for me to wander off in that direction. And when it comes to 'Randomness', "Alphus Rockey" rules the roost! After all , he's Alphus 'Random' Rockey while I am Janaki 'Confused' Sincro, so you can imagine where his randomness can lead me to. Sometimes our conversations lead me to a state of mind that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5603464592192371456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-seen-clear-night-sky.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5603464592192371456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5603464592192371456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-seen-clear-night-sky.html' title='Have you seen a clear night sky?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj1TjaZjXh4/Tnrgw8E3vII/AAAAAAAACXE/PGP0Wc2JSpY/s72-c/night+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3788256414589414170</id><published>2011-08-14T17:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:27:14.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55-er'/><title type='text'>Jai Hind!   (55-er)</title><summary type='text'>
"Maverick" she was! 
Society laughed at her hair styles, dress code and make up.

With great difficulty, her mother found a respectable man who was ready to marry her.

The day they met, before he could speak, she asked him, "You have a government job?"

"Yes."

"Do you take bribes?"

"Yes."

She was outta there!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3788256414589414170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/08/jai-hind-55-er.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3788256414589414170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3788256414589414170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/08/jai-hind-55-er.html' title='Jai Hind!   (55-er)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4381346602367799493</id><published>2011-08-11T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:04:35.058+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the City!</title><summary type='text'>
Silk Board Junction in Bengaluru is well known for its heavy traffic jams. Even after a flyover has been built connecting directly to the Electronic city, the traffic isn't any less at the Junction and at times one finds oneself stuck at the signal for as long as 15 minutes during rush hours.

Sneha's route was typically J.P Nagar to Marathahalli where she worked and back to J.P Nagar where she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4381346602367799493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-city.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4381346602367799493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4381346602367799493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-city.html' title='Welcome to the City!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5721490038157720001</id><published>2011-07-26T11:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:54:05.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Strange Relationships</title><summary type='text'>
In KFC, They sat at a table facing the whole crowd, so that he could check out the girls and she could check out the boys.They were really good friends, ex's actually, but due to some problems somewhere, things couldn't be worked out and they had accepted the fact after initial hesitation and decided to move on as good friends. It wasn't too long back since their break up, but they did meet up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5721490038157720001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/07/strange-relationships.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5721490038157720001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5721490038157720001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/07/strange-relationships.html' title='Strange Relationships'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6969516415342319041</id><published>2011-06-24T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:03:29.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When you're gone...</title><summary type='text'>
Rakesh calls me today..., "Hey J, just wanted to tell you...I'm going to Dubai in 2 weeks time."
"Hey...That's nice...When will you be back?"
"Hmm....I don't know J......I don't think I'll be back!"

And then I listen to the reasons he had for leaving, and I'm lost in thoughts.

I remember Joseph calling me some weeks back, "Hey Janaki, when can we meet this week?"
"Hmm.. I dunno Joseph...Got a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6969516415342319041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-youre-gone.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6969516415342319041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6969516415342319041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2561358323600374365</id><published>2011-04-27T14:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:08:07.245+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Janaki "Confused" Sincro!</title><summary type='text'>She enters the salon and stands there, trying to remember why she entered it in the 1st place. Her mind is still on some of the eye liners she had seen in the earlier shop.

The Salon ladies are busy on their clients applying the face pack, threading, massaging the hair...

She looks back once again, and realizes she cannot go out before she finishes her work here. Some of the Salon ladies look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2561358323600374365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/janaki-confused-sincro.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2561358323600374365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2561358323600374365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/janaki-confused-sincro.html' title='Janaki &quot;Confused&quot; Sincro!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLI3HBsc2ic/TbfU1cAb0CI/AAAAAAAACQw/HOVjgqAnFWk/s72-c/me+n+di.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1893820510349875579</id><published>2011-04-27T11:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:55:13.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>I'm a child in your arms</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning when I went for my tuition class, my teacher's son was getting ready for school. He's just 4 years old. He's usually playful around the house, greeting me whenever I enter the house, giving me a mischievous smile or simply shying and running away inside.

But the usually playful boy looked worried today. His eyes were set on the road and he stood fixed to the window, waiting. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1893820510349875579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-child-in-your-arms.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1893820510349875579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1893820510349875579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-child-in-your-arms.html' title='I&apos;m a child in your arms'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5M5bc-2mGE/TbeziEFg8PI/AAAAAAAACQU/wNz-iByNAlk/s72-c/child_running_to_mother_outdoors_700-00041482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7818090462694419280</id><published>2011-04-22T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:47:31.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>Bonus Day!</title><summary type='text'>What do you call a day that is super charged?
A day that fills you up with energy and excitement and hope and happiness!
And it's not that I won a prize or anything,
It's not my birthday nor did I gain anything....
It's just simple pleasure in seeing people who matter to me be happy!

My dance teacher, Ms.Lalan Dessai had a super show presented in Goa, and the people absolutely loved it, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7818090462694419280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonus-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7818090462694419280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7818090462694419280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonus-day.html' title='Bonus Day!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlBwv093RHU/TbB9bhBEKcI/AAAAAAAACP8/L2Hm4_8uW5o/s72-c/good+day+animation+greeting+card.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2788240214898104040</id><published>2011-04-21T02:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:38:35.921+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday Dear Blog!</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Sincro Station,

Your mommy is too busy to care, sorry, I forgot your birthday!
On 7th April you became 2 years old! 

I still remember that day when you were born. I don't think I ever shared that story with you. I was young and restless, trapped and in pain. I wanted to express, I wanted to scream and shout and run and hide and never ever let anybody catch me, never ever let anybody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2788240214898104040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-belated-birthday-dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2788240214898104040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2788240214898104040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-belated-birthday-dear-blog.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday Dear Blog!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QCfmIXJsDc/Ta9IMzVjKqI/AAAAAAAACOs/PUvl1VuABI4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5846440244904432731</id><published>2011-04-11T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:48:20.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>It's just a little crush!</title><summary type='text'>I woke up in the morning with a start and thought about my dream last night. "How foolish of me , I'm 25 and get these kinda childish dreams......really, I need to grow up!"

I don't like watching or playing cricket, have never been fond of that game or the people who play it. I do not know who makes the cricket team presently except for a few unignorable facts such as who's the Captain, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5846440244904432731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-just-little-crush.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5846440244904432731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5846440244904432731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-just-little-crush.html' title='It&apos;s just a little crush!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEM-zbq2znM/TaLh8Sama6I/AAAAAAAACOo/JI65nEjEGmY/s72-c/gautam-gambhir-ipl41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1847235324740567940</id><published>2011-04-08T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:00:52.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch ( The concluding part)</title><summary type='text'>It was true that they had got their daughter back, but in their hearts they knew something was wrong!
Anjali was distant, she was too mature for her age, she wasn't the happy chirpy girl everyone knew anymore. Her eyes scanned everyone, and made them feel naked, as if she knew their darkest secrets, she knew behind those fake smiles lied discontent, hatred and pain. 

After she was all well to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1847235324740567940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-concluding-part.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1847235324740567940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1847235324740567940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-concluding-part.html' title='The Village Witch ( The concluding part)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asT0HiWk8hE/TZ7dNRvlL6I/AAAAAAAACOI/4ecq-imEGQA/s72-c/janaki+mystery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8877489915909122653</id><published>2011-04-07T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:00:06.613+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Random Letter to someone Part 6 ( Falling in and out of love)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Someone,

I still remember the 1st time he SMS'd and the 1st time he called, I was least interested in his SMS's and the calls....I hardly spoke, many times did not bother replying to messages....but he pursued till he got my full attention, he pursued till I was convinced that he was genuine, and just when I relaxed.....he dropped the chase!

Now when I call or SMS, I get the same treatment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8877489915909122653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-letter-to-someone-part-6-falling.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8877489915909122653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8877489915909122653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-letter-to-someone-part-6-falling.html' title='Random Letter to someone Part 6 ( Falling in and out of love)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi2RkEytT_g/TZ2DVIrBMlI/AAAAAAAACNo/4efYUVIEzsM/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3264342455724746481</id><published>2011-04-05T17:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:16:16.458+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch ( Part 8)</title><summary type='text'>It had been 2 days since Anjali was missing. The police hadn’t come up with any information. Shankar decided he had to take matters in his own hands before he lost his daughter forever. He realized that the only people who could guide and help him would be the sadhus, the tantriks and the aghoris of the village, who usually meditated in unknown and quiet places, away from the city. 


With the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3264342455724746481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-part-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3264342455724746481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3264342455724746481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-part-8.html' title='The Village Witch ( Part 8)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKv0lhXyALc/TZsJnAOIVHI/AAAAAAAACNg/Js4q7Yozp8A/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4503633071679566336</id><published>2011-04-01T13:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:14:58.502+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch (Part 7)</title><summary type='text'>When Anjali opened her eyes, the first thing she saw were candles, lots of candles, all around her! Anjali got up and realized she was in a comfortable bed. The room or the place where the bed was, looked like a lion’s den. It had rocky walls and a rocky roof and a mud floor. There was an antique table and a chair at one side of the room and a shelf with lots of big old ancient books in the other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4503633071679566336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-part-7.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4503633071679566336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4503633071679566336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/04/village-witch-part-7.html' title='The Village Witch (Part 7)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwp7YGQzfNI/TZWFKEOkurI/AAAAAAAACNM/NsraH0s9Ssg/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3892808894236132626</id><published>2011-03-28T00:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:13:41.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch (Part 6)</title><summary type='text'>The night was eerie and dark. The street dogs howled loudly and it felt like they were a pack of wolves.Anjali wrapped a black shawl around herself and walked towards the temple. She was carrying a faint torch that showed her a faint way. She knew she did not have much time until maa informed her father and everyone started searching for her. On reaching the tree, she found Meghna still tied, her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3892808894236132626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3892808894236132626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3892808894236132626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-6.html' title='The Village Witch (Part 6)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V_9KFKpZtSQ/TY-GO9Nv-5I/AAAAAAAACNI/1EnZuwir-_M/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5931133929158011144</id><published>2011-03-27T00:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:12:25.425+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch ( Part 5)</title><summary type='text'>“You have a flight to catch day after tomorrow and you are joining work from Monday...you don’t have much time left.”

“ I know papa, but I’m not feeling well,how can you send me back in such a condition? Maa..., what should I do?”

Anji looked at her mother with very kind , innocent and sympathetic eyes. Papa knew why Anji wanted to stay longer . So before Maa would start her emotional drama, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5931133929158011144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-5.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5931133929158011144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5931133929158011144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-5.html' title='The Village Witch ( Part 5)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e-zO74ltJhc/TY45ZVk2EfI/AAAAAAAACNE/3myX7q3yR5c/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7328077453394051862</id><published>2011-03-27T00:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:11:14.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch (Part 4)</title><summary type='text'>1 Day before Amavasya

The Villagers divided themselves in groups. These teams were heading in search of Meghna, the village witch. They carried swords, ropes, mashaals and every other kind of weapon available in the village. As if  you can fight a real witch with all that. The teams comprised of all men, of various age groups. They all looked very proud, because they were doing the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7328077453394051862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7328077453394051862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7328077453394051862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-4.html' title='The Village Witch (Part 4)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lrC5L0h__Xg/TY4w0IFDZHI/AAAAAAAACNA/vt8HX-ZP8gQ/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4396648187506282397</id><published>2011-03-21T00:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:10:07.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch ( Part 3)</title><summary type='text'>“Leech of my life that sucks my soul
May you be fed to wolfish fiends whole.
Those that skin you of your joy
May you be subject to their vicious ploys.
Oozing droplets of your blood
May their goblets it royally flood."


4 YEARS BACK 


"Caroline, wait for me...."
Anjali ran briskly behind Caroline, her room-mate who was heading towards the library after the face off they had in their room a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4396648187506282397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-3.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4396648187506282397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4396648187506282397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-3.html' title='The Village Witch ( Part 3)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mDN148SNdgg/TYZUZO4Ep0I/AAAAAAAACMo/zpeq--uBfSs/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8373719574877337461</id><published>2011-03-18T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:17:38.183+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Random Letter to Someone ( Part 5- Abt Dating, seduction and possibilities)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Someone,

Today morning I came across an absurd site while browsing for information. ( I know I've left my story: "The village witch", halfway. The trouble is the kind of twist I want to give . It requires substantial knowledge of Wicca or at least some understanding of the art , less I make logical errors and write a story that's unbelievable.)

So while browsing for info on Wicca I came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8373719574877337461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-letter-to-someone-part-5-abt.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8373719574877337461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8373719574877337461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-letter-to-someone-part-5-abt.html' title='Random Letter to Someone ( Part 5- Abt Dating, seduction and possibilities)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xn1gdFtqCS4/TYL9yaonXiI/AAAAAAAACMY/GLhLRcd6SFA/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2706735447126562188</id><published>2011-03-11T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:08:17.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch!  ( Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>The Village Witch Part 1

"Answer me,  74 x 8?"
"592"
"Add 295 to it, how much do you get?"
"887"
"Subtract 86.3 out of that."

"Papa....This is too much!"
"Wait Anji....Tell me Meghna, what's the answer you've got?"
"800.7" Pat came the reply!

"Now divide...."

"Alright! Enough you two. I don't understand how you two calculate so fast....I don't like this game." Complained 9 year old Anjali as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2706735447126562188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2706735447126562188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2706735447126562188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-2.html' title='The Village Witch!  ( Part 2)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9jZ3ekXEnpk/TXpMXcczhcI/AAAAAAAACLo/6C_NWtFweiY/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3626907118682794237</id><published>2011-03-11T01:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:05:44.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>The Village Witch ( Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>"I do not wish them to have power over men, but over themselves." 
~ Mary Wollstonecraft




"Dadii......." Anjali rushed out of her car and into her grandma's arms! Anjali hugged her dadi so tight, her dad was concerned,
"Anjali....careful! Don't squeeze your Dadi, she's not your teddy bear!" He warned her.
" It's okay Beta! When she was small I used to squeeze her, now its her turn!" Dadi was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3626907118682794237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-1.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3626907118682794237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3626907118682794237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/village-witch-part-1.html' title='The Village Witch ( Part 1)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YyZfwzXzfRw/TXkmA9zcRHI/AAAAAAAACLU/NGifeT3Yb_M/s72-c/women-violence_18_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8768232666480696031</id><published>2011-03-08T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:00:59.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>I Am In Silence!</title><summary type='text'>" I am in Silence"  It was written on the badge that hung in her neck. She showed it to him and smiled sweetly.

"Of course" He thought! 

How foolish of him! He had been living in the Ashram for 6 months and knew every course that went on around. 
People wearing the Blue and the Orange badges were a part of the advance course and were supposed to be in silence for a period of 4 days to 1 month- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8768232666480696031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-in-silence.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8768232666480696031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8768232666480696031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-in-silence.html' title='I Am In Silence!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SCIxyEKX-ws/TXYeKpDU-KI/AAAAAAAACLQ/GQ2tUykuo0E/s72-c/girl+at+the+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6179263087041138877</id><published>2011-03-01T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:47:25.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Random Letter to Somebody Part 4 (Abt: Boredom)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Somebody,


I get so surprised with myself when I feel bored! Especially because the time when I feel bored is exactly the time when Life starts turning around......So , in a way I'm confused about my feelings. Am I bored? Or am I anxious of what lies ahead? 
There are loads of films I haven't watched, 
loads of books I bought and haven't read yet,magazines that I haven't gone through,a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6179263087041138877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-letter-to-somebody-part-4-abt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6179263087041138877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6179263087041138877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-letter-to-somebody-part-4-abt.html' title='Random Letter to Somebody Part 4 (Abt: Boredom)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FLFLpJDNGj0/TWyNom8so1I/AAAAAAAACLM/aIcqlX-b8s0/s72-c/letter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1509707768665614105</id><published>2011-02-21T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:38:08.918+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>When do I get to live my life my way?</title><summary type='text'>What does a "family" mean to my generation?
What does a "family" mean to my parent's generation?


What does a "friend" mean to my generation?
What does a "friend" mean to my parent's generation?

What does "My Life" mean to my generation?
What does "My life" mean to my parent's generation?

The answers are almost opposites!

Let me be frank here, I'm confused about why family is supposed to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1509707768665614105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-do-i-get-to-live-my-life-my-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1509707768665614105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1509707768665614105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-do-i-get-to-live-my-life-my-way.html' title='When do I get to live my life my way?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6664282131953978355</id><published>2011-02-17T22:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:36:24.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamma&apos;s Stories and lessons'/><title type='text'>Mee Sindhutai Sapkal Bolte</title><summary type='text'>
﻿My mom happened to attend a series of talks by social workers in our hometown , and this woman, Sindhutai Sapkal had come to deliver a talk. This happened around 3 years back. My mom was totally moved by her story , so were the rest of the people who had come for the talk. 
That day, when mom came home she told me her story and I felt so foolish for not attending the talk. I felt bad for not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6664282131953978355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/mee-sindhutai-sapkal-bolte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6664282131953978355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6664282131953978355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/mee-sindhutai-sapkal-bolte.html' title='Mee Sindhutai Sapkal Bolte'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3O1HAailFj8/TV1VaWqBbsI/AAAAAAAACKk/CAL2CtcgTHs/s72-c/sindhu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4430341517513218502</id><published>2011-02-17T16:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:38:18.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>My choice!</title><summary type='text'>"No!"

"Why not?"

"We don't like her. That's why."

"How can you not like her before even meeting her?"

"She's ....just...."

"Educated! Well aware! respectuful.....isn't it enough?"

"No. We do have educated , respectful girls in our community, in our country, don't we Siddhu?" 

" Yes. But I love Ceona."

"What about us? Have you stopped loving us the moment you started loving her?"

" Maa...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4430341517513218502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-choice.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4430341517513218502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4430341517513218502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-choice.html' title='My choice!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1858561605516253184</id><published>2011-02-17T15:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:01:06.434+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>*Lost* ( Random letter to somebody part 3)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Somebody,

I just hate this part of my life's story.......it's when I feel myself going into the dark corners, going deeper into unknown depths, hitting rough surfaces.....its when I feel alone, its when I feel abandoned....

Why do I feel abandoned? 
Why do I feel as if I have nobody I can call my own?
Nobody I can depend on?
No-one I can trust?

Whether I'm surrounded by people at a party </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1858561605516253184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-random-letter-to-somebody-part-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1858561605516253184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1858561605516253184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-random-letter-to-somebody-part-3.html' title='*Lost* ( Random letter to somebody part 3)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-629326041060484675</id><published>2011-02-04T04:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:14:56.273+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>The Right v/s The Wrong ( A story)</title><summary type='text'>He came for his usual morning jog on the white sand a few steps from his Restaurant. 
It was 8am, the sun was shining bright, the sea looked serene and calm, and the clear blue sky marked it as the perfect day!

The day started late around this part of the world called Goa, with the parties going on till morning.
Just a few people, mostly fishermen were seen on the beach at this hour.
Today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/629326041060484675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-vs-wrong-story.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/629326041060484675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/629326041060484675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/02/right-vs-wrong-story.html' title='The Right v/s The Wrong ( A story)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TUsrurfiGOI/AAAAAAAACJc/yViZwHU76S8/s72-c/goa-beach-tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8513623817242312501</id><published>2011-01-25T10:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:18:32.950+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Will we meet again?</title><summary type='text'>A few times I've met people I would have loved to spend some more time with...would have loved to talk some more, share some more, know some more....but there wasn't any time and I'd to say an unwilling goodbye, hoping to meet them again sometime in life!

This used to happen a lot when I was younger, usually meeting people at camps, sharing addresses and phone numbers and trying hard to keep in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8513623817242312501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/will-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8513623817242312501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8513623817242312501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/will-we-meet-again.html' title='Will we meet again?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8173787161738129249</id><published>2011-01-23T12:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:19:01.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>A Letter for every Goan!  ( For Green Mind,For Green Goa)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Goan,

I'm riding in a boat, in a canal called Cumbarjua, far off in the interiors of Goa, to places I never explored in my 25 years of living and growing up in Goa. I'm on a mission to spot a croc here, there are around 28 Adult crocs spotted in this area, there's no formal report or document on how many are here though! And I've been lucky enough to spot 1....a large one...the largest I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8173787161738129249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-for-every-goan-for-green-mindfor.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8173787161738129249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8173787161738129249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-for-every-goan-for-green-mindfor.html' title='A Letter for every Goan!  ( For Green Mind,For Green Goa)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5170165765972347721</id><published>2011-01-07T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:23:41.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>About: The sudden emptiness after a major event</title><summary type='text'>For the past several years, I've noticed my every new year start at such a slow, boring and sad pace that I almost want to stop living this life!

My exams just got over on the 31st and while I was studying last week, I'd thought of so many things I wanted to do- the list ran into pages. And now, suddenly I'm so free - I feel empty. 

Sometimes .......no.....many times I wish I was a boy. 
I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5170165765972347721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-sudden-emptiness-after-major.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5170165765972347721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5170165765972347721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-sudden-emptiness-after-major.html' title='About: The sudden emptiness after a major event'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5961044038385341885</id><published>2010-12-31T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:46:51.239+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>Romancing the Balance Sheet of Life!</title><summary type='text'>For the past couple of months I'm learning a few things about financial statements such as Profit and Loss Account and the Balance Sheet. 
I won't say I'm very good at making them!

But today, at the end of the Year 2010, the end of this decade...I'm wondering....What is it that I learnt in this decade? 
Especially this Year?

And you know what?
I might not be knowing how to make a financial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5961044038385341885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/romancing-balance-sheet-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5961044038385341885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5961044038385341885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/romancing-balance-sheet-of-life.html' title='Romancing the Balance Sheet of Life!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5725374425748125512</id><published>2010-12-14T12:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:05:44.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>About: Auto Drivers and their Nakhraas!</title><summary type='text'>I just arrived in Bengaluru!

Rickshawalas lined up after me to take me to my destination....but I wasn't picking any....Some said they would charge only Rs.150,some for 1 and half the actual meter fare ...but nobody said they would take me home at the meter rate.

A proper meter usually comes to Rs.95 to 100 for my trip. No more!

So I took my time, I did not want to curse myself for being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5725374425748125512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/auto-drivers-and-their-nakhraas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5725374425748125512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5725374425748125512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/auto-drivers-and-their-nakhraas.html' title='About: Auto Drivers and their Nakhraas!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TQcRdHET3pI/AAAAAAAACG0/ZgwbBWhy81o/s72-c/gen-indian-auto-rickshaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4923556022922925402</id><published>2010-12-10T10:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:26:52.628+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Life moves on...    ( Random letter to someone Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Someone,

Not that any of my days have been bad this year.........in fact they have been GOOD!
It's  Gooooooood! (Remember Jim Carrey style in Bruce Almighty?)
And Yesterday was a particularly GOOD DAY!

I'd gone to Roshni's house yesterday. She's giving the same professional exam as me.
We were studying together. This is after such a long time that I'm studying with someone. And it so felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4923556022922925402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-moves-on-random-letter-to-someone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4923556022922925402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4923556022922925402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-moves-on-random-letter-to-someone.html' title='Life moves on...    ( Random letter to someone Part 2)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TQG2-WgjpUI/AAAAAAAACGw/kb3Xw1Nw0qM/s72-c/parchment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8855471794072344611</id><published>2010-12-01T19:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:29:55.649+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Welcome December!</title><summary type='text'>A major part of me has become a weather man for my best friend in Goa. Reporting the weather conditions almost everyday.
The Reason?
The amazing climatic conditions offered by Bengaluru!

For people who haven't lived in hot sweaty coastal areas, you probably don't know what I'm talking about. But after spending my whole life sweating back there in Goa, Bengaluru feels like heaven!
After staying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8855471794072344611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome-december.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8855471794072344611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8855471794072344611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome-december.html' title='Welcome December!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TPY8kCEZikI/AAAAAAAACGY/QpqIDfNM1Hc/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-988186722609604903</id><published>2010-11-28T22:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:35:33.691+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>A Conversation with my Brain.</title><summary type='text'>Sweetheart, I know you are angry with me ......I did not keep my promise...
Grrrrr.............
But Times have changed,I need new information to back my knowledge base, you know....
Look,I know I'm making you do things you don't like doing.....and I'd promised you long time back I wouldn't stress you with it......but.............Hey,are you listening?
NO!
Look, I really need you to co operate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/988186722609604903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dear-brainywhat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/988186722609604903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/988186722609604903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-dear-brainywhat.html' title='A Conversation with my Brain.'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5178310673352481820</id><published>2010-11-20T23:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:30:20.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><summary type='text'>Innocent as a child,
So Sweet like a sweet,
Soft steps leading me,To the night so deep!

Trust in my heart,
Faith in my soul,
I walk step in step,
To the dungeons unknown.

Dreams so high,
Wishes so many,
Hopes of all shapes,
And the company of a Canny.....


Caution from a friend,
Worried look of the sister,
But that's not enough to save me,
From the forthcoming sinister.


Dark and cold, 
Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5178310673352481820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5178310673352481820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5178310673352481820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TOgN2dBAReI/AAAAAAAACF4/N6oBQpc8yDE/s72-c/darkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6123135656622325655</id><published>2010-11-14T19:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:30:43.612+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>About gossip and other aimless chatter!</title><summary type='text'>I agree that everybody gossips....some gossip more, some less...but everybody does talk about others at some point of time, because we are all connected!
But how much of gossip should be practiced? How much of it should be encouraged and tolerated?
Do we gossip because we have nothing better to talk?
Or we gossip because we don't want to touch on the more important issues?
I think it's the later!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6123135656622325655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/about-gossip-and-other-aimless-chatter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6123135656622325655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6123135656622325655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/about-gossip-and-other-aimless-chatter.html' title='About gossip and other aimless chatter!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TN_tGyR63cI/AAAAAAAACFo/jyD_kACIDJ0/s72-c/gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-225319378019135581</id><published>2010-11-06T00:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:49:23.433+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>Priceless!!   ---Diwali Special Post---</title><summary type='text'>Planning for this Diwali: 2 days
Diwali shopping : Rs. 1000/-
Preparing Diwali special Goan food for the first time: 3 hours!

Hearing My mom's proud voice over the phone when I told her I managed the cuisine single handed??   PRICELESS!
Getting complimented for the good food ??  PRICELESS!


Cooking has never been my forte'!( And that's a big flaw for a girl to have....in Indian society. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/225319378019135581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/priceless-diwali-special-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/225319378019135581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/225319378019135581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/priceless-diwali-special-post.html' title='Priceless!!   ---Diwali Special Post---'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TNRWCFuUsnI/AAAAAAAACFc/TnMxvVpNAl8/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3200880000347890664</id><published>2010-11-04T02:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:24:24.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>A Random Letter to someone!</title><summary type='text'>My Dearest Someone,


Well! A lot of things are happening around, as usual. Just that I don't write about it because I purposely don't log in, or I end up wasting a lot of time, doing some totally useless (sometimes useful) research on wiki and google.If there was some more time I could have come up with so many wonderful characters and stories.....I will do that...but later! Sometime in the new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3200880000347890664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-letter-to-someone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3200880000347890664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3200880000347890664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-letter-to-someone.html' title='A Random Letter to someone!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TNHPMEwSanI/AAAAAAAACD0/MhcUlqq5uYc/s72-c/parchment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6044410381386720780</id><published>2010-10-12T12:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:31:19.546+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>For the woman in me!</title><summary type='text'>I wish at times that I wasn't so interested in various things of life...that all I wanted to do was what others did, 
I wished I did not think so much,
I wished I wasn't stressing myself out and expecting too much out of myself!
I wished I wasn't as inquisitive,
I wished I wasn't as daring to take on a challenge,I wished there was only 1 thing I wanted to do, and 1 thing that I would excel in,
I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6044410381386720780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-woman-in-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6044410381386720780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6044410381386720780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-woman-in-me.html' title='For the woman in me!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TLQGnhKo-sI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/AXbnlngX038/s72-c/quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8307139773929043105</id><published>2010-10-03T02:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:19:34.548+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>The Day My God Died...</title><summary type='text'> "Who do you want to be when you grow up?"

Asked my teacher, Miss Anita in the class that day.
Everybody raised their hands.

Deepika said she wants to be a teacher.
Roshni wants to be a tailor.
Josna wants to be a housewife like her mother.

And then it was my turn.
" I want to fly a plane!"
Anita teacher looked at me for a long time.
"Who told you you can fly a plane?"

I did not know someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8307139773929043105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-my-god-died.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8307139773929043105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8307139773929043105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-my-god-died.html' title='The Day My God Died...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TKedinEhMsI/AAAAAAAAB9I/sQ4_X8L9Q60/s72-c/girls+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6634652880852491982</id><published>2010-09-26T13:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:42:46.613+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>50 Questions that will free your mind!</title><summary type='text'>A good mail from a friend, worth sharing with everyone.Please take your time on every question and do share your opinions on any or every questions, if you feel so! 
 
These questions have no right or wrong answers.......Because sometimes asking the right questions is the answer..........1.     How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
2.     Which is worse, failing or never trying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6634652880852491982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6634652880852491982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6634652880852491982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind.html' title='50 Questions that will free your mind!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TJ75FzsIG_I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/MPp0RIiAph0/s72-c/Q+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4124195256514937375</id><published>2010-09-16T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:45:33.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>Hush Hush Darling!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                     false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4124195256514937375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/hush-hush-darling.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4124195256514937375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4124195256514937375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/hush-hush-darling.html' title='Hush Hush Darling!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TJJQS_Ik0FI/AAAAAAAAB4c/9E6xpzSLVjI/s72-c/keep+quiet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6694309868613883016</id><published>2010-09-16T03:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:26:23.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 10)</title><summary type='text'>FREEZE.....

That was Krupal's wishful order for everyone!

Juhi stood there facing Nidhi...a red rose in her hands and an envelope...She did not recognize Nidhi, she had never met her before.
Nidhi looked at Juhi and immediately recognized her......
Both the ladies turned expectantly to Krupal!

Krupal's wishful order seemed to have worked only on him.....he did not move, nor did his facial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6694309868613883016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-10.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6694309868613883016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6694309868613883016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-10.html' title='U N I ( Part 10)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TJE411Yy02I/AAAAAAAAB30/20xeTDE70Qg/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8064825355542231950</id><published>2010-09-15T13:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:27:47.428+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 9)</title><summary type='text'>"Are you alright Madam?"
Nidhi was still looking at the photos she received.
She took a long moment to compose herself, to think straight and not to take a hasty decision...when she was ready, there was only one thing she wanted to know," Where are they staying?"

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Location: CCD

He was looking at her....she was looking down at her hands the whole time.
He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8064825355542231950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-9.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8064825355542231950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8064825355542231950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-9.html' title='U N I ( Part 9)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TJB4I2QWYgI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/bOAr-jjlgWc/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6512555013706460154</id><published>2010-09-09T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:13:55.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 8)</title><summary type='text'>" Why do you need 1 week holiday? That too just before our Engagement?? "
"I need it! I always wanted to visit New Zealand. I've a friend there.....I'll be staying with him....."
"We could go there for our honeymoon!"
"But you don't like adventurous stuff.....we are planning for all the water sports and stuff like that. This is going to be my last trip before I get married!"

Nidhi thought about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6512555013706460154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-8.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6512555013706460154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6512555013706460154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-8.html' title='U N I ( Part 8)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TIiaYuW_8fI/AAAAAAAABWc/4CZc9foHpIg/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4218601804467616006</id><published>2010-09-08T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:30:32.293+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 7)</title><summary type='text'>Story so far : - Part 1: Juhi and Krupal meet through a common friend, when the common friend meets with an accident, he is her boss and his ex classmate.
Part 2: Krupal asks Juhi for a cup of coffee and then asks her out for a date.
Part 3: They go to a pub cum disc for their date. Juhi gets drunk and tries to kiss him. He stops her because he has a girl friend with whom he is planning to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4218601804467616006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-7.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4218601804467616006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4218601804467616006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-7.html' title='U N I ( Part 7)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TIdziHcF95I/AAAAAAAABWY/EhRMBpnz5Gs/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7641155475417427128</id><published>2010-09-05T02:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:36:12.357+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 6)</title><summary type='text'>Krupal and Juhi sat quietly besides each other for a long time after the workmen had left them with their luggage in the 1 bedroom flat. It was one of those stupid things wherein you shoot 1st and then aim like an idiot to see what damage you have done.
" I'll take the bedroom of course." Juhi picked up her bags and went inside.
" I'm hungry." All that Krupal had done over the last 2 days was to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7641155475417427128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7641155475417427128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7641155475417427128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-6.html' title='U N I ( Part 6)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TIKzeXm7KbI/AAAAAAAABNY/z1DL5gheupI/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3719129058587301259</id><published>2010-09-02T16:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:32:42.200+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I (part 5)</title><summary type='text'>Krupal had typed more than a dozen messages to Juhi by now...and had sent none.
He knew he had already insulted her by turning down the kiss. He repented his decision of not kissing her.
Not a day went by without thinking about her.......He had expected things to get easier as time passed by.........strangely they didn't. He wondered why this happened? Before he met Juhi everything was just fine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3719129058587301259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-5.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3719129058587301259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3719129058587301259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-5.html' title='U N I (part 5)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TH-Dbra_68I/AAAAAAAABNI/DK_f0H-L4vo/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6296954364631094885</id><published>2010-09-01T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:43:52.617+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 4)</title><summary type='text'>Monday morning. Juhi's Office:




Juhi walked into the conference room, which was her work desk for the past 1 month due to the work load. Vyankat Swami was already there, reading the newspaper. Juhi did not say a word, she just kept her bag and took a seat opposite Vyankat. Vyankat too did not say a word, he only watched her. 

They watched each other for a long time, their eyes had started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6296954364631094885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-4.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6296954364631094885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6296954364631094885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/09/u-n-i-part-4.html' title='U N I ( Part 4)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TH3vCUybzHI/AAAAAAAABM4/pzQGmtrG4VA/s72-c/U+N+I++Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5847319182645251886</id><published>2010-08-31T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:15:35.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 3)</title><summary type='text'>Juhi....


Don't get her wrong because she is happy about her Boss's broken leg!
And she openly bitched about his bad habits....

Juhi is ....well! She is not anything at all like Priyanks Chopra or any other Bollywood heroine.
Juhi is a bit like Meg Ryan actually! She is cute.
She is hard working, very sincere, frank .....and above all she has childlike innocence!
She is a bit short by height, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5847319182645251886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5847319182645251886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5847319182645251886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-3.html' title='U N I ( Part 3)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/THzBBy5NGkI/AAAAAAAABMw/HHbYlxZrx58/s72-c/U+N+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8118722875672321174</id><published>2010-08-30T21:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:09:43.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I  ( Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Location: Hospital Cafetaria

Krupal ordered for 2 coffees as they sat down in a dirty corner.

" There's a CCD across the street, you could have taken me out for a coffee there!" 
Krupal looked around , " Why? What's wrong with this place?"
"Don't you have functional eyes and nose? Don't you see and smell?" 
" I find it to be fine!"
" I find it dirty, unclean, unkept!"
" We could appoint you as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8118722875672321174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8118722875672321174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8118722875672321174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-2.html' title='U N I  ( Part 2)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/THvQn1w_ABI/AAAAAAAABMs/dH7VmyAECpM/s72-c/U+N+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5707240629146093917</id><published>2010-08-30T19:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:29:30.675+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episodic Stories'/><title type='text'>U N I ( Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>They stood in the empty hall......looking around and then turned to look at each other.
" My o My! Finally....we are here!" She said breaking the silence.
They knew each other only for a month- no more, no less! This was one of those crazy silly impulsive decisions of his that he rarely ever took! 

The work men were bringing in their stuff......not much of it though. They had no furniture! Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5707240629146093917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-1.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5707240629146093917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5707240629146093917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/u-n-i-part-1.html' title='U N I ( Part 1)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/THu4-vUK4AI/AAAAAAAABMo/T7rdx7yyPYY/s72-c/U+N+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8251721442276050678</id><published>2010-08-27T18:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:32:21.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>Politically Incorrect!</title><summary type='text'>I've been wondering what new topic I want to write about.... I don't want to talk about the supposedly GOOD things today- about changing the society, questioning our outdated traditional values, about the right things to do, to say, to think........It's kind of Boring.......Hmmm...let me talk about something different......let me be politically Incorrect!

There's this poem a friend forwarded me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8251721442276050678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/politically-incorrect.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8251721442276050678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8251721442276050678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/politically-incorrect.html' title='Politically Incorrect!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TJHecJhSTqI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/QCFoNlt1uio/s72-c/Stoned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4156997550208923536</id><published>2010-08-22T16:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:30:20.834+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>One</title><summary type='text'>There are these times when one wants to say so much, express one's views......
And the other times when one wants to keep it all in one's heart!
There is so much to say, but one just doesn't find the right words,
Or one's logic asks one - Why do you have to say it? Who cares?

Seriously, who cares what one thinks?
Who cares whether one's heart aches to see pain and suffering,
or that one's soul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4156997550208923536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4156997550208923536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4156997550208923536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/08/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1247901942403325277</id><published>2010-07-19T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:19:50.559+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Window!</title><summary type='text'>A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. Next morning while they are eating their breakfast, the young woman sees through their window, her neighbors hang their washed clothes outside.

"That laundry is not very clean." She said, " She probably doesn't know how to wash clothes correctly! Perhaps she needs a better laundry soup!" Her husband looked on but remained silent.

Every time her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1247901942403325277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/window.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1247901942403325277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1247901942403325277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/window.html' title='The Window!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6322259178645857622</id><published>2010-07-07T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:53:59.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Meeting the Real Howard Roark! ( Reading the Fountainhead Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>He is slender, not too tall, straight jet black hair, sharp eyes and a mocking , smirk-like smile adorns his child like face! This isn't the first time I am seeing him, he is the son of a family friend, but we've hardly ever spoken. I only heard stories of him, stories of his rebellious nature, stories of his experiments with life...................but there wasn't a word I heard from him...he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6322259178645857622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-real-howard-roark-reading.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6322259178645857622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6322259178645857622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/meeting-real-howard-roark-reading.html' title='Meeting the Real Howard Roark! ( Reading the Fountainhead Part 2)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5996944899665048969</id><published>2010-07-02T14:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:06:40.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Dog Day Afternoon! (1975)</title><summary type='text'>Oh I thought I would just "Buzz" about it in a few sentences, or put it as my facebook status, but this film needs to be spoken about.....This film needs to be watched!

I read about this film while going through some film related websites, and magazines and books. All of them speak highly about it.

I have never watched anything like this film before- its different!

1: It is based on a true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5996944899665048969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-day-afternoon-1975.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5996944899665048969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5996944899665048969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-day-afternoon-1975.html' title='Dog Day Afternoon! (1975)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TC2k807WfBI/AAAAAAAAA58/5GekhgH9cQ4/s72-c/dog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4523091436119006792</id><published>2010-07-01T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:00:26.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>The 1st Date!</title><summary type='text'>She did not want it to be a romantic date...it was just a friendly date, she had made that very clear with him....
But unknowingly, she was taking special care in getting ready. She chose a very pretty top and a proper fit jeans, long earrings and the costliest perfume she owned.

He looked at himself in the mirror and remembered her warnings and " I'm just making it very clear" sentences filling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4523091436119006792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-date.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4523091436119006792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4523091436119006792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-date.html' title='The 1st Date!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2235988968566069663</id><published>2010-06-28T10:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:11:42.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>An Arranged Marriage- A story!</title><summary type='text'>She sat watching herself in the mirror- expressionless! kajal lining her beautiful eyes, a little glitter on her lips, a bindi on her forehead, long straight hair, arched eyebrows and a straight nose, a healthy skin and a healthy body, she matched every and any marriage proposal's claim!The 10th or so boy and his family were seated in the hall. The snacks and the tea had been served.She wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2235988968566069663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/arranged-marriage-story.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2235988968566069663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2235988968566069663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/arranged-marriage-story.html' title='An Arranged Marriage- A story!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2989515386224120082</id><published>2010-06-24T10:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:05:05.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>One Night @ Chorla Ghat</title><summary type='text'> 



Komal: A CA student, wildlife enthusiast, my classmate since  8th std, we've been together for many treks- in Goa and in the  Himalayas. Quiet, generally non fussy, average in stamina, a team  player! 

Sharvani: My best friend, non  fussy, high stamina, high enthusiasm, when excited- talks a bit too  much! a Bored CA final student  .
Janaki:  Low stamina, high enthusiasm, when excited talks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2989515386224120082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-night-chorla-ghat.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2989515386224120082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2989515386224120082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-night-chorla-ghat.html' title='One Night @ Chorla Ghat'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/TCLpAAWMWsI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CcFbEPPy2cc/s72-c/sim+model.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4770277649088862956</id><published>2010-06-18T12:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:25:00.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Ami Gemini!</title><summary type='text'>From the moment I've grown up enough to try and understand the world....I've always wondered why I am the way I am and have never come up with the right answer or explanation except one- I am a Gemini!

I have been amongst those who don't really believe in zodiac signs and astronomy, predictions and at times even the existence of God. But whenever life was turning upside down and there was no way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4770277649088862956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/ami-gemini.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4770277649088862956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4770277649088862956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/ami-gemini.html' title='Ami Gemini!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1528751000496262824</id><published>2010-06-17T10:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:40:42.069+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>On my Birthday...</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it boring to simply do the same things on your every Birthday?The same friends and family- a few new one's here and there but overall it's the same gathering!The same menu- chicken, pulao,fruit salad- somethings change, but overall it remains the same!The same cake cutting ceremony, and as you grow up you don't even play games...you simply sit around and chat.....As families grow and new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1528751000496262824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1528751000496262824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1528751000496262824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-my-birthday.html' title='On my Birthday...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1873573241747194702</id><published>2010-06-09T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:55:07.161+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Reading  "The Fountainhead!"  ( Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking of writing a post about something all these days but I haven't been able to concentrate on anything because I am reading "The Fountainhead!"

It's a big book and I've just started, but every page, every dialogue brings a storm in my thinking head!

After reading the first 100 pages I was simply awed, and asked myself, Why didn't I read this book all these years?  It looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1873573241747194702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/reading-fountainhead-part-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1873573241747194702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1873573241747194702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/06/reading-fountainhead-part-1.html' title='Reading  &quot;The Fountainhead!&quot;  ( Part 1)'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6329506154332524675</id><published>2010-05-30T13:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:07:04.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Why I KIlled Gandhi?</title><summary type='text'>
Got this amazing fwd!

It is my humble request to all the readers to read this piece because it has that rare part of our history that is so important  but is shunned all the time and is treated as a taboo.

I've maintained the original format of the mail.
 


WHY I KILLED GANDHI!!!

NATHURAM GODSE 'S ADDRESS IN COURT*



*Gandhiji  Assassin: Nathuram Godse's Final Address to the Court*.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6329506154332524675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-killed-gandhi.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6329506154332524675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6329506154332524675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-i-killed-gandhi.html' title='Why I KIlled Gandhi?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-757804151489845309</id><published>2010-05-29T17:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:15:33.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>The Story of the BIG LIFE MALL!</title><summary type='text'>( Please Note: This article is open for interpretation. Please let me know your views by posting  your comments. )This is the first time I am visiting this mall! And it is huge, beautiful with interesting decorations hanging from a ceiling so high, you can hardly see from where they come! The entire mall is bright , and its walls and panels are shiny white! It looks so clean, so neat , so pure!It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/757804151489845309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-of-big-life-mall.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/757804151489845309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/757804151489845309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-of-big-life-mall.html' title='The Story of the BIG LIFE MALL!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-9147293961459010967</id><published>2010-05-28T15:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:27:16.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Those old school days...</title><summary type='text'>I inherited all my school textbooks from Di.
Di's books were an example of how a book could be used and still looked as if it hadn't been used!

I was and am totally against this mentality! I love to leave behind my mark - ("Yes! I have read this text!") on books and benches ( not on tourist places!) .

Since I was least interested in what went on in class, I would put my heart and soul into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/9147293961459010967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-old-school-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/9147293961459010967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/9147293961459010967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/those-old-school-days.html' title='Those old school days...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S_-g2rA8aGI/AAAAAAAAA4E/uB4iUqZjgxs/s72-c/schooldays3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6781971146151092636</id><published>2010-05-24T16:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:18:45.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Rebellious!! Who me??</title><summary type='text'>One thing that almost all of us want to stay far away from is any kind of controversy!And those who make controversies now a days are more of cheap attention hungry people!We don't agree with many things that are happening around us, but we rather not questions the set norms  than to attract the wrath of the society!I say being Rebellious is good!Rebellion which is done for a positive act is most</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6781971146151092636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/rebellious-who-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6781971146151092636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6781971146151092636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/rebellious-who-me.html' title='Rebellious!! Who me??'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5683369415708190939</id><published>2010-05-19T11:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:19:33.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Rare Specimen!</title><summary type='text'>Here's something we don't hear a Brit say!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5683369415708190939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/rare-specimen.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5683369415708190939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5683369415708190939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/rare-specimen.html' title='Rare Specimen!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S_N7f7qujHI/AAAAAAAAA38/aW6uINi5wiQ/s72-c/Rare+specimen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2352406649270238832</id><published>2010-05-19T00:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:12:30.776+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Remember Me !</title><summary type='text'>I saw the trailer of the film when I was watching Iron Man 2!Iron Man , is like any other action Hollywood film!It's like a mutual fund- there's no risk, you know you will at least be entertained by their special effects if not anything else!Other categories such as this one "Remember Me", which is a drama, is a bit risky....especially for the Indian audience, because we might or might not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2352406649270238832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2352406649270238832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2352406649270238832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me !'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S_LgYKc6NKI/AAAAAAAAA30/OLXOYshAWGg/s72-c/remember-me-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3033338108580552235</id><published>2010-05-10T15:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:00:34.051+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Stories'/><title type='text'>The Day We Met!</title><summary type='text'>It's the first rains of 2010......And I have been working till late in the office. It's 9 pm, the Bus stop is crowded with people stranded due to the unexpected showers! Lightning and  strong winds are making it impossible to keep myself dry!I only wish to get into the last volvo to take me home! I spot my bus, and walk towards it as fast as I can and suddenly 'she' came in my way.......... " </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3033338108580552235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/jab-we-met.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3033338108580552235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3033338108580552235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/jab-we-met.html' title='The Day We Met!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8397725269954707045</id><published>2010-05-08T02:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:44:04.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>If I were....</title><summary type='text'>Came across a blog ''A Whimsical Bohemian" , and I found a very interesting post!I am filling up my details, I would love to read your answers too!If I were a Month, I would be June ;If I were a Day, I would be Wednesday ;If I were a time of the day, I would be Dusk ;If I were a Direction, I would be West ;If I were an Element, I would be Mercury ;If I were a Liquid, I would be Water ;If I were a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8397725269954707045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8397725269954707045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8397725269954707045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were.html' title='If I were....'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-6330578609679169171</id><published>2010-05-06T10:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:33:06.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>Just when it's time to study...</title><summary type='text'>There seems to be a close connection between studies and creative thinking!
There also seems to be a close connection between studies and important events and experiences!

For every time I sit down to study, I get so many wonderful ideas to write a story, or blog about something interesting, or any hobby I should cultivate. Rest of the time, when I really have nothing to do- my brain is switched</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/6330578609679169171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-when-its-time-to-study.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6330578609679169171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/6330578609679169171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-when-its-time-to-study.html' title='Just when it&apos;s time to study...'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8578371578650410588</id><published>2010-05-05T18:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:51:29.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography Blog'/><title type='text'>Ooty In Pictures!</title><summary type='text'>Am not much of a photographer, I wonder what pictures one could click in  a location like Ooty if he has the right skill and the right camera,  because the possibilities are many!I had visited Ooty as a  child, and this was my 2nd visit after more than a decade, and what I  saw of it completely broke my heart!Ooty or Udagamandalam, has  beautiful weather and is rich in natural beauty! It is one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8578371578650410588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/ooty-in-pictures_05.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8578371578650410588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8578371578650410588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/05/ooty-in-pictures_05.html' title='Ooty In Pictures!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S-Fonn6mODI/AAAAAAAAAuc/T4aEe_Fg0ls/s72-c/view+frm+window.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-3635191099232949862</id><published>2010-04-28T10:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:44:26.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><title type='text'>Etiquette Of Eating A Mankurad Amo!</title><summary type='text'>You don't just buy one, you have to earn one!!Okay, I stole that line from Cadbury Bournville Ad! But that's the best way to convey my sentiments about the Mankurad Amo! Now for the non Goan folks, "Amo" means a Mango, and "Mankurad" is the Goan variety or specialty!They call the Mango the king of fruits, then Mankurad is the king of Mangoes! ( I know each Mango growing state will want to debate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/3635191099232949862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/etiquette-of-eating-mankurad-amo.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3635191099232949862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/3635191099232949862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/etiquette-of-eating-mankurad-amo.html' title='Etiquette Of Eating A Mankurad Amo!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7227306653699295821</id><published>2010-04-27T11:15:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:03:06.203+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Scary Movie??? Phoonk 2 Experience!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night me and my friends finally agreed to go and watch a scary movie. Last month "Click" was released and though we spoke about it, we didn't make it to the theaters. Another reason being most of us had watched the original film " Shutter" from which "Click" is supposedly copied!"Phoonk 2" was on my mind for quite some time! I knew before watching the film that it's not going to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7227306653699295821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/scary-movie-phoonk-2-experience.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7227306653699295821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7227306653699295821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/scary-movie-phoonk-2-experience.html' title='Scary Movie??? Phoonk 2 Experience!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S9aC7qZwRTI/AAAAAAAAApA/Xpc0EDyGmRY/s72-c/phoonk22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7423915505400868550</id><published>2010-04-23T17:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:36:16.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>The Changing face of Indian Television!</title><summary type='text'>Rishta.ComThis is a new hindi serial on sony Tv .It aired it's first episode on 3rd Jan 2010.The very 1st look will tell you that it's a different serial!I've never been a regular viewer  so I don't catch any of their shows, but I did in my free time watch a few episodes on youtube and found it very entertaining!It's anytime better than those totally senseless melodramatic saas bahu serials!The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7423915505400868550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/changing-face-of-indian-television.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7423915505400868550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7423915505400868550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/changing-face-of-indian-television.html' title='The Changing face of Indian Television!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/S9GXN4ELwZI/AAAAAAAAAow/1srHUz6EZAU/s72-c/rishta.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-4809413623344904450</id><published>2010-04-20T23:55:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:03:02.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About:'/><title type='text'>About: Interesting blogs !</title><summary type='text'>Over the last couple of months I've been writing less and reading more of what other bloggers are writing!

And here's a list of blogs I thoroughly enjoy reading: And I recommend you to try them out!

( Most of them are links Mr Kiran Rao puts as update messages! So thanks to him for that!)

1. http://neoindian.org/

2. http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/

3. http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/4809413623344904450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-blogs.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4809413623344904450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/4809413623344904450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-blogs.html' title='About: Interesting blogs !'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-541251308396573741</id><published>2010-04-13T12:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:10:37.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goa'/><title type='text'>No place like home!</title><summary type='text'>This time when I visited Goa, I learnt more about her beauty then I ever had before!!

I'd always hated Goan summers because they are hot and humid and sweaty! But at least the sweat protects your skin and keeps the body cool- it doesn't burn like here in Bengaluru!

No restaurants or cooks in Bengaluru can ever match up to my mum's food! I'd almost lost my appetite in the last week before I left</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/541251308396573741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/541251308396573741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/541251308396573741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-place-like-home.html' title='No place like home!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7504543417839751930</id><published>2010-03-31T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:42:28.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Days'/><title type='text'>The first rains in Bengaluru</title><summary type='text'>It's my first "Rains" in Bengaluru!


Yesterday late evening I went to drop my  brother on the bus stand along with my sister. It was around 8.30 pm and we both ( me and my sis) were still stuck on the bus stand , waiting for a volvo to take us back home. It was already windy by then! And within a few minutes it started raining!

My first reaction to every first rain is to go out and drench </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7504543417839751930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-rains-in-bengaluru.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7504543417839751930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7504543417839751930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-rains-in-bengaluru.html' title='The first rains in Bengaluru'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-2484845900959464117</id><published>2010-03-08T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:21:03.000+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>On This Woman's Day</title><summary type='text'>I realise, it is not only about expecting the male species to respect the woman kind and treat them well.................It is also up to each one of us- a woman, to respect what we are~!

Not to expect us to be understood and treated well by someone else outside of us, but to look within and like and understand the god's creation that we are!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/2484845900959464117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-this-womans-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2484845900959464117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/2484845900959464117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-this-womans-day.html' title='On This Woman&apos;s Day'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-733571475355336305</id><published>2010-02-22T16:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:07:30.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Where Is The Indian?</title><summary type='text'>

An Incident happened today in the bus. 
I just got in and took a seat, was listening to music and as always was in my own world.The TC/conductor was collecting the money, I couldnt see him because I was on the 1st seat. So when my stop neared, I gave the money for the ticket! The TC probably thought I ignored him all this while...( in any case, why should I be paying attention to him?? But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/733571475355336305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-indian.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/733571475355336305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/733571475355336305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-indian.html' title='Where Is The Indian?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-1915898483966377359</id><published>2010-02-17T10:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:14:51.600+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>My Name Is Khan Review</title><summary type='text'>Here are a few reasons why you shouldn't be wasting your time and money in watching this film either in the theaters or on your laptops!1. The story makes no sense! In short the story can be explained in 2 sentences- "My name is Khan! And I am not a terrorist!" Karan and SRK shouldn't have wasted so much of their money on these 2 statements!2. SRK's acting is pathetic! He's said to have  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/1915898483966377359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-khan-review.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1915898483966377359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/1915898483966377359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-name-is-khan-review.html' title='My Name Is Khan Review'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-8959854666029373186</id><published>2010-01-19T18:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:42:15.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Dil to Bachcha hai Ji!</title><summary type='text'>I havent heard any other melodious song in recent times! This one is just amazing from the film Ishqiya! I'm caught on to it from the moment I heard it on channel V! Its simple, no zhing pang that today's music offers, its soothing and you can sing along with it!Vishal Bharadwaj has done a great work composing it and I'm sure it wouldnt have sounded as sweet if it wasnt for Rahat Fateh ali Khan </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8f2279af356c63f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/8959854666029373186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/01/dil-to-bachcha-hai-ji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8959854666029373186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/8959854666029373186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/01/dil-to-bachcha-hai-ji.html' title='Dil to Bachcha hai Ji!'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-7450075436534861985</id><published>2010-01-15T15:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:27:53.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>After a while....</title><summary type='text'>After a while you learn, the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul!
And you learn, that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security!
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises!
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman and the grief of a child!
And you learn to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/7450075436534861985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-while.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7450075436534861985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/7450075436534861985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-while.html' title='After a while....'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-687593950224406071</id><published>2009-11-28T17:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:02:08.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>Born a woman- is it a bliss or a curse?</title><summary type='text'>
I always knew I was a misfit...to this social structure and sensibilities!
Somehow I am bad at differentiating between people, whether on the basis of caste and religion or even on genders! 

" You are a girl, you've to take care of yourself!".... everyone told me, but I could never get the meaning right!

I am a girl... is this a boon or a curse?

All sorts of rules and limitations enter your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/687593950224406071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/born-woman-is-it-bliss-or-curse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/687593950224406071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/687593950224406071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/born-woman-is-it-bliss-or-curse.html' title='Born a woman- is it a bliss or a curse?'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/SxEJiTwjOZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/1LoKkZik1gg/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5153407163084051906</id><published>2009-11-28T12:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:27:50.671+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Fwd&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis</title><summary type='text'>Following is the speech by Chetan Bhagat given at the orientation programme for the new batch of MBA students at Symbiosis, Pune.Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5153407163084051906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/speech-by-chetan-bhagat-at-symbiosis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5153407163084051906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5153407163084051906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/speech-by-chetan-bhagat-at-symbiosis.html' title='Speech by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/SxDIrCkoc2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2206vjBU2Hk/s72-c/bhagat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total><georss:featurename>Margao, Goa, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>15.27151 73.948593</georss:point><georss:box>15.188709999999999 73.8318635 15.35431 74.06532250000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-5159381907350692719</id><published>2009-11-24T12:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:07:52.055+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Kurbaan- Some love stories have blood on them</title><summary type='text'>It's a well made film! No doubt about it! Great performances by everyone -(minus) Vivek Oberoi who doesnt stop over acting!Great background score!Great cinematography!Nice Screenplay and direction by Rensil D'silva.Good music.Its a must watch.......I dont understand why the intimate scene is so hyped as it passes you by within seconds!The film has been hyped too- just because of Saifeena ( we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/5159381907350692719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/kurbaan-some-love-stories-have-blood-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5159381907350692719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/5159381907350692719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/kurbaan-some-love-stories-have-blood-on.html' title='Kurbaan- Some love stories have blood on them'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/SwuNNmmKyFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/QXxhXhqthkk/s72-c/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5171153018847540520.post-483263174220621975</id><published>2009-11-24T11:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:29:34.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>2 states- The story of my marriage By Chetan Bhagat</title><summary type='text'>I'll try as much as possible not to make this one into a book review!I bought this book because: 1: It's cheap! priced at just Rs. 95/- ( Mr. Bhagat- A IIMA student definately knows what sells at what price in India! Indians love all those things that are priced under Rs. 100/-. No wonder he's the best selling author in India!)2: I've a Reader's Block these days. I dont know if any such thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/feeds/483263174220621975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-states-story-of-my-marriage-by-chetan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/483263174220621975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5171153018847540520/posts/default/483263174220621975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsincro.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-states-story-of-my-marriage-by-chetan.html' title='2 states- The story of my marriage By Chetan Bhagat'/><author><name>J Sincro</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106892248137603331209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sTZS_0rMja8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACqE/BQ89VYS1Mqg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_87WZMekwHoI/Swt2N2epb4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/DfgMmfR8Ysg/s72-c/2-states-chetan-bhagat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
