<?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-3232268762941712240</id><updated>2012-02-09T06:10:35.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TS blog</title><subtitle type='html'>The present, the past and the ts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-2470070152057824754</id><published>2010-02-25T23:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:05:43.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cold Feet</title><summary type='text'>There's a scene in the movie Up in The Air, in which George Clooney's sister is getting married. The bridegroom gets cold feet and wants to call off the marriage. Clooney movtivational-speaks to the groom, and lo, in five minutes the groom re-proposes to the bride and they get married.Like the groom, I'm too in the verge of making such a decision and have cold feet. I have a lot of Clooneys for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=2470070152057824754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2470070152057824754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2470070152057824754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2010/02/cold-feet.html' title='Cold Feet'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-4825735672112260840</id><published>2010-01-21T22:02:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:27:06.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Love Readin' - An awesome book lending service startup</title><summary type='text'>I usually do not write much. I mean, look at the last post in my blog. But I need to write about http://iloveread.in. Not because I want to win prizes, but i heard from the CEO of I Love Readin', Amrutash, that no one else has written about the service and felt the urge that I need to do something about it right away. They're in line for some well deserved - and pending - admiration and support.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=4825735672112260840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4825735672112260840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4825735672112260840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-readin-awesome-book-lending.html' title='I Love Readin&apos; - An awesome book lending service startup'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-4812113097654826187</id><published>2008-05-14T01:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:22:27.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mac Bootcamp graphics - 32 bit color mode problem</title><summary type='text'>Today i set up a new external monitor that i got for use with my macboook. i had already installed bootcamp on the macbook and was running xpsp2. When i tried using the monitor alone in xp, and when i set the color mode to 32 bits, the display got all screwed up and was shaking vigorously. This was happening only on 32 bit mode, that too for resolutions greater than 1400X. The display was all </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=4812113097654826187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4812113097654826187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4812113097654826187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2008/05/mac-bootcamp-graphics-32-bit-color-mode.html' title='Mac Bootcamp graphics - 32 bit color mode problem'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-5277028597945538413</id><published>2008-04-27T09:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:06:15.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Airtel.in new account registration form</title><summary type='text'>I dunno why, but often keep wondering why are most of the Indian sites so sucky. I mean they have a business here and internet in India is getting bigger and so is the online consumer/customer base and why can't they concentrate more on their websites and make them of better? Take for example the Airtel site www.airtel.in. The other day, i was searching for airtel offices in Chennai at the Airtel</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=5277028597945538413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5277028597945538413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5277028597945538413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2008/04/airtelin-new-account-registration-form.html' title='The Airtel.in new account registration form'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-8540814151989892382</id><published>2008-03-22T21:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:34:48.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One of the funniest things that happened in my life</title><summary type='text'>And it happened today morning. Its so subtly and softly funny that i think of it now, late in the night, the same day and chuckling about it.It was around 6:45 AM in the morning. Today being a saturday, i was fast asleep. Someone was calling me on my phone and i was so pissed off to answer the call. I groped around my bed for the phone and finally managed to lay my hands on it. It said: "Home </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=8540814151989892382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8540814151989892382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8540814151989892382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-funniest-things-that-happened-in.html' title='One of the funniest things that happened in my life'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-4504134205752012513</id><published>2008-03-20T22:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:53:16.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><summary type='text'>So, after nearly 3 weeks, i come home from work and i dont have anything to prepare for the next day at work. Despite the fact that i have a lot of things to learn about, i'm planning to take rest tonight and peacefully sleep.Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=4504134205752012513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4504134205752012513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4504134205752012513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2008/03/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-2377783694134092188</id><published>2008-01-17T23:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:03:25.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to 38219</title><summary type='text'>Airtel refused to give me back my number after i was back and so they had to lose one of their faithful customers.But the strange thing is that, i got back my 38219. Mentioning which, i have to recount a significant amount of my history as far as mobile phones in my life are concerned. My mobile (initally, a Nokia 1100 which i lovvvveeed) has played a big role in life. Its been responsible for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=2377783694134092188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2377783694134092188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2377783694134092188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-38219.html' title='Back to 38219'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-3433574603890566371</id><published>2007-12-29T01:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:49:10.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spam in my inbox</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=3433574603890566371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/3433574603890566371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/3433574603890566371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/12/spam-in-my-inbox.html' title='Spam in my inbox'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-2749810883233359185</id><published>2007-12-22T13:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:21:20.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><summary type='text'>Available at picasaweb.google.com/sr.iniv.tI had also been to Waterworld in San Diego and LA. I have those photos too. I should upload them sometime. And also the pictures taken in my old Olympus E510. I had to return the camera, as i did not like it much. But i think i've taken a few nice shots in that too. Let me do it sometime.   Blogged with Flock</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=2749810883233359185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2749810883233359185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2749810883233359185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/12/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-4795140877141408835</id><published>2007-12-21T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:46:54.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My today's fortune at Orkut</title><summary type='text'>Today's fortune: The luck that is ordained for you will be coveted by others.Why should it be like this always? Life, for a change, try treating me better for a day sometime. You owe me one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=4795140877141408835' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4795140877141408835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/4795140877141408835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-todays-fortune-at-orkut.html' title='My today&apos;s fortune at Orkut'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-8761979657058970934</id><published>2007-12-14T02:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:04:29.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazon package tracking - wtf is this??</title><summary type='text'>I had ordered a few books from Amazon and i was tracking the order. This is what their page had got to say.. Dec 31st, '69? What, do Amazon shipments travel back in time?    </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=8761979657058970934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8761979657058970934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8761979657058970934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazon-package-tracking-wtf-is-this.html' title='Amazon package tracking - wtf is this??'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-8687067764434588733</id><published>2007-12-03T03:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:55:25.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Test from flock</title><summary type='text'>Test from Flock   Blogged with Flock</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=8687067764434588733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8687067764434588733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8687067764434588733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/12/test-from-flock.html' title='Test from flock'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-2325698256106362167</id><published>2007-11-13T06:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:41:26.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><summary type='text'>.. are the best camera in the world. Many reasons to it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=2325698256106362167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2325698256106362167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/2325698256106362167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/11/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-5760449238791539499</id><published>2007-11-10T06:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:19:50.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ping</title><summary type='text'>Ping  (Pinging from the new Windows Live Writer. I used to post blogs from the beta of the program. This desktop app is cool. Gives me webstyle of the blog, i compose in it and post is just a click away. Doesnt hog much memory, doesnt freeze like other windows apps. A nice blogging client. I wish i had something like this for my Kubuntu (or rather, i should write one)).   </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=5760449238791539499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5760449238791539499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5760449238791539499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/11/ping.html' title='Ping'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-6459252559007340256</id><published>2007-09-10T23:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:42:01.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My life, my mess</title><summary type='text'>I have always wanted to do my masters - and i had always wanted to do it in the US. I had made a few promises - and i will have to fulfil them. Its just a matter of time. When am i going to lead that simple, free life, which is devoid of hassle and tension? What is it that makes me make much fuss of my own life, when things can be a lot more orderly and understandable and explainable? What am i </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=6459252559007340256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6459252559007340256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6459252559007340256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life-my-mess.html' title='My life, my mess'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-6210262715778573648</id><published>2007-09-08T02:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:17:30.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comments at my blog!!!</title><summary type='text'>I was surprised to notice that two of my posts have received comments. And the posts which have received the comments are quite old ones - i hadnt noticed the comments until today. Wordpress has this feature of mailing the comments to the blog owner as and when a blog post receives comments. Blogspot doesn't seem to be having it, or i haven't enabled it (yet). Thank you, Karthik. Thank you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=6210262715778573648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6210262715778573648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6210262715778573648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/09/comments-at-my-blog.html' title='Comments at my blog!!!'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-5687707226677529698</id><published>2007-08-31T02:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:10:56.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She smiles and...</title><summary type='text'>Tum jo hasti ho, saara mausam, muskuraatha hain, Kailyan khilthi hain, saara aalam, gungunaatha hain. Thum jo hasti ho, har sitara, jhilmilaatha hain, Tere dil ka sheher khushi se jagmagaatha hain.   Dekho kabhi, rona nahin, mujh ko rulaao naaa..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=5687707226677529698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5687707226677529698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5687707226677529698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-smiles-and.html' title='She smiles and...'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-6093825345431640375</id><published>2007-08-28T11:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:34:42.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me? Whats me?</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to the song "arabu nade" (film: Thottal Poo Malarum). One of the lines in the song goes like: "Konjam kozhuppu, konjam thimiru, enakkum irukku anbu thozhi". These words set off a chain of thoughts, and hence this post. If someone is haughty and self-obsessed, will he/she be able to observe this fact about themselves? In other words, is an impartial objective assessment of oneself </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=6093825345431640375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6093825345431640375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/6093825345431640375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-whats-me.html' title='Me? Whats me?'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-3853120922450610133</id><published>2007-07-31T22:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:16:01.817+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Work - its smell, sight and sound - part 1</title><summary type='text'> right in front of your eyes.. a pathetic engineer, slogging over the nights in front of his workstation.. writing, correcting, compiling, testing, debugging and fixing code.. thats all that you get to do when you're ill fated to be a kernel developer.. you can either consider this enjoyable, or a curse.. only time will tell what you really think of it, feel about it.. and no one else can, cos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=3853120922450610133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/3853120922450610133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/3853120922450610133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/work-its-smell-sight-and-sound-part-1.html' title='Work - its smell, sight and sound - part 1'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-8666188045702212215</id><published>2007-07-25T11:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:55:30.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Entry</title><summary type='text'>Its been quite long since i ever sat to write anything. Of late, i should admit, that i've also been a lot of writing of an other kind - coding. Been busy with work and also with my TKD stuff. Gotta get up really early in the morning (~by 5:15), get ready and leave for classes (6 - ~7:45) and then come to office from there directly. I really hate to get up in the morning that early, especially if</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=8666188045702212215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8666188045702212215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/8666188045702212215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/entry.html' title='Entry'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-198547645989356170</id><published>2007-07-12T09:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:30:02.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reading habits</title><summary type='text'>Of late, i have been doing considerably less reading than in the normal times. I've been busier with work - wasting around much time when there was enough of it, pitching in extra hours while nearing the deadline. Its kinda fun though to be active after a long time - a respite from laziness. Howsoever i justify what i have been doing for not reading, i wouldn't accept those as valid excuses. ZMM </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=198547645989356170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/198547645989356170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/198547645989356170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/reading-habits.html' title='Reading habits'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-1827116278082478923</id><published>2007-07-09T22:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:22:56.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How lousier can it get</title><summary type='text'>Today was one of the most awful days of my life. I mean, can it get worse than this? I caught a cold, fell prey to my whims, fucked around the entire day, and stuff. Can we do better? After a long day of laziness and and having wasted much time in front of the idiot box, at the bed, and at the internet, its time to return back to work. Gotta ramp up the pace and quality of life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=1827116278082478923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/1827116278082478923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/1827116278082478923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-lousier-can-it-get.html' title='How lousier can it get'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-5612298159627195173</id><published>2007-07-07T16:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:03:35.877+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The real first</title><summary type='text'>And after nearly three hours on customization effort, here it is - my first public blog. I wouldn't call it picture perfect, but its no less than that. I had to manually edit the HTML template a bit to get the blog to what it is right now. I'd say worth the effort. Love it. I was also thinking of removing the blogger navbar on top of the site, but later found out from one of the blogs that doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=5612298159627195173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5612298159627195173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/5612298159627195173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-first.html' title='The real first'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232268762941712240.post-1449029170709613367</id><published>2007-07-07T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:11:30.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><summary type='text'>Not necessarily my first blog, but my first post at this blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3232268762941712240&amp;postID=1449029170709613367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/1449029170709613367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3232268762941712240/posts/default/1449029170709613367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srinivt.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>ts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03702550576644657216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvi44oYp5D0/Tu9-6vNAKOI/AAAAAAAAG3c/Swy2YIcLugo/s220/me-face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
