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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 11:46:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>nostalgia</category><category>mother's day</category><category>M syndrome</category><category>milestone</category><category>pink cloud</category><category>birthday</category><category>POETRY</category><category>bengali</category><category>funny</category><category>Mahad trip</category><category>news</category><category>Kolkatta</category><category>God</category><category>Pune</category><category>Pics</category><category>holiday</category><category>college</category><category>music</category><category>tag</category><category>musing</category><category>Malaysia</category><category>school</category><category>philosophy</category><category>weekend</category><category>sightseeing trips</category><category>spirituality</category><category>movie</category><category>memories</category><category>cast</category><category>society</category><category>festivals</category><category>spammers</category><category>family</category><category>awards</category><category>patriotism</category><category>religion</category><category>singapore</category><category>anger</category><category>LIFE</category><category>MUMBAI</category><category>love</category><category>India</category><category>serious issues</category><category>bengali bhadra lok triology</category><category>friends</category><title>Ranu Chakraborty Bhaduri's  Planet "R"</title><description>kal aaj aur kal</description><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Ranu" /><feedburner:info uri="ranu" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-5950527760275176509</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-22T11:08:31.057+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>"Its been a good enough life"</title><atom:summary>Yesterday evening as I browsed through the newspaper the news of a techie couple committing suicide in Goa caught my eye. You can read the article here. I normally just read through and move on....... but it was this very trait of mine that made me pause and think again so much that it disturbed me.

It made me dig deeper and by morning I had read all about it including all the stuff other people</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/KpANMcLEMEA/its-been-good-enough-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/KpANMcLEMEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-good-enough-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-276966345015823325</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T12:33:49.814+05:30</atom:updated><title>Happy Diwali to All</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/Wp7ehH0uU_4/happy-diwali-to-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oR-0mvLo3XU/TrOOSvjGd5I/AAAAAAAACi8/qG9GmLau7Dw/s72-c/deepawali.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/Wp7ehH0uU_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-diwali-to-all.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-3297330052631342099</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-11T12:36:43.588+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Festivitie​s and what they mean to us</title><atom:summary>
A long weekend for us in India and that too a weekend full of festivities: Rakshabandhan and Independence day.

Rakshabandhan is a celebration of the relationship between a brother and a sister. I don't have any brothers. 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I am especially partial to Indian folk. I simply love folk. Bengali folk is my favorite: The bhatialis and Bouls. The coke studio @ MTV is something that was probably made for the likes of me. Especially this fusion number...... I have always been a fan of bihu and Bhupen Hazarika but this song has made me a total fan of Khagen Gogoi as </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/ReXKfvxumO4/fusion-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/dqjGkAyDpDo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/ReXKfvxumO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/fusion-music.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-1770044293424898558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T13:57:20.567+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>A song is always better than words</title><atom:summary>Na hai ye pana Na khona hi haiTera na hona,    jaane Kyon hona hi haiTumse hi din hota hai Surmayi shaam aati haiTumse hi..... Tumse hi Har ghadi saans aati haiZindagi kehlati hai Tumse hi..... Tumse hiAankho mein aankhe teri Baho mein Bahe teriMera na mujh mein kuch raha..... Hua kyaBaton mein batein teriRathe saugate teriKyon tera sab yeh ho gaya....... Hua kyaMein kahin bhi jaata hunTumse hi </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/KYgXdC-qzIo/song-is-always-better-than-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Nk0Oxx4s-8s/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/KYgXdC-qzIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-is-always-better-than-words.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-7275939317498280771</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-15T10:30:00.726+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Alienation and hate</title><atom:summary>Alienation and hate make loners of people. Time and again in life I have been alienated…….. sometimes because I was not the right color or the right gender or the right person what people expected of me. Did that hurt me??? Initially yes….. I think the first I remember is when a friend’s mother forbade her to play with me. Reason: I used a bad/foul word. I can’t exactly remember the bad word or </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/HWM1WrYjDx8/alienation-and-hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/HWM1WrYjDx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/alienation-and-hate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-9119554878152017649</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T10:30:20.135+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>I am a "Nobody"</title><atom:summary>In life we think that we are invincible and that nobody can hurt us. We backup our reasons for being the way we are or the things we do with reasons that benefit us. But life is a great leveler. Sometimes we have to overlook the things even if we think that they are shortcomings or wrong doings. We have to leave it to life to do the justice that we so seek. I don’t do that..... I think that the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/qZWo-rmEDSM/i-am-nobody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/qZWo-rmEDSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-nobody.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-1256139005624109778</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T09:36:00.669+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Life without carpets and masks</title><atom:summary>No carpets !!! Life is scary!!! It means cleaning everyday!!! Now alongwith previously accumulated dirt there is also the new dirt that has to be cleaned everyday. Quite a hassle but the plus point is that you have less breakdowns and less phoenix episodes.In the begining it was physically reminding myself to be without the carpet. Seeing all the crap around and wanting to clean up all the time. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/kn2HtvCB6Wo/life-without-carpets-and-masks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/kn2HtvCB6Wo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-without-carpets-and-masks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-4391233935229548703</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T09:39:11.865+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Carpet  and mask cleaning.</title><atom:summary>Carpets are one of the best things invented by man. Since carpets you dont really need to have very good flooring for your home for it to look good. You just throw in a carpet. Carpets come wide varieties: the silk ones, the woolen ones, the plastic ones, or simple cotton ones, or the more expensive persian ones.It takes a very long time and thought to choose the right carpet for your home. You </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/gl7ZjC9pJtk/carpet-and-mask-cleaning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/gl7ZjC9pJtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpet-and-mask-cleaning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-3306369735340541072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-20T12:50:27.613+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>A JUST world</title><atom:summary>Since we were kids we have always been told that evil getteth evil and goodness getteth goodness. The nuns dinned that into our brains by repeating it over and over again. At home Ma did the same."Never ever hurt any being knowingly and unknowingly", that was reiterated so many times to me that I believed it. Even if I unknowingly hurt anybody I hurt as I had hurt somebody else. If I knowingly </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/Ftped0_WmTQ/just-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/Ftped0_WmTQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-world.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-7998535781160837833</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 23:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-08T09:32:22.990+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">festivals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bengali</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><title>Mahalaya and Mahishasurmardini</title><atom:summary>(THIS IS A REPEAT POST)I found the some videos of mahalaya and Chandi path. I think all of us bengalis have been tortured and some point or other on Mahalaya by our parents......... waking us at wee hours of the morning to listen to AIR and Mr Bhadra. The only part I ever heard was part 4..... only to go back to sleep. I found some videos of the same........ ENJOY!!!Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/b4W82JBBSWc/i-know-i-am-late-but-it-is-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCONmsjwk0A/SrtsfiGk45I/AAAAAAAABO8/3l95XzHNc7c/s72-c/100_0443.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/b4W82JBBSWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-am-late-but-it-is-still.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-6318907424487856770</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T17:05:58.472+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MUMBAI</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Formula one racing in India.</title><atom:summary>Who says that formula one racing is only happening in Singapore? This weekend I was fortunate to witness the same on my way from Mumbai to Pune. Earlier I was very upset at not being able to witness the event in Singapore. I was looking forward to getting some good shots of the racing. But alas as they say Man proposes God disposes. Though my consolation prize was to watch a similar event and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/76ar_pnYwHw/formula-one-racing-in-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/76ar_pnYwHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/10/formula-one-racing-in-india.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-1927686527897854757</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-23T14:10:24.478+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Me's back!!!</title><atom:summary>I finally returned home. I am glad. Singapore is a fabulous place to live in BUT something really strange happened when the flight took off from Singapore I looked at hubs and said: "I already forgot Singapore". He thought I was strange and looked at me as though i had developed horns but when we landed at Mumbai, he realised what i meant. It felt as if i had never left. Its good to be home at </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/RWEdKKRfy6A/mes-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/RWEdKKRfy6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/09/mes-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-1498970880633632561</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-20T12:40:01.910+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singapore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Time lost and lots gained.</title><atom:summary>My Singapore stint is drawing to a close and I am really happy because I will be back home and be with Ma after a long long time. Infact on record this is the longest stretch I have been away from her. I will also miss singapore:Especially the escalators (I am arthritic.... remember. Here there are escalators in every nook and corner and you never ever have to climb any stair..... in some </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/T-H6M9_75-o/time-lost-and-lots-gained.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/T-H6M9_75-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-lost-and-lots-gained.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-8513134076258496899</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-16T22:59:04.175+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singapore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sightseeing trips</category><title>Happy Independence Day</title><atom:summary>Went to Sentosa to fort siloso and butterfly garden and was astounded to find the national bird of India dancing in all its glory in full FREEDOM in a park. Doesnt he look lovely one of the best pics I have ever clicked and honestly the feeling of watching the peacock suddenly break into a dance is PRICELESS. Happy belated Independence Day folks. Hope you had a lovely weekend.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/8O5fLF5d5nA/happy-independence-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCONmsjwk0A/TGi_0iva71I/AAAAAAAACaM/7fJumgZDpxw/s72-c/untitled+(1+of+1)-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/8O5fLF5d5nA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-independence-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-2504505659650207999</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-23T09:14:41.827+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>When I was ten and six</title><atom:summary>Lately all the posts in my blog have become nothing short of emotional atyachaar.... so I took a cue from NaBloPo and its daily topics for the month of June and this is the best topic that I could think of. If you could go back in time and meet your 16-year old self, what three things would you tell yourself?If I had to go back in time and meet my 16 year old self..... I would have been in the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/C3OluCFQ3YE/when-i-was-ten-and-six.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/C3OluCFQ3YE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-ten-and-six.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-6736231838908743000</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T17:20:42.506+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">M syndrome</category><title>Tujhse naraz nahi zindagi hairan hu main....... hairan hu main</title><atom:summary>I lost something very important to me today. Another something important. The only consolation is that...... I did the right thing!!!!...... but it does not feel good. I don't feel happy. Aren't doing right things supposed to make you happy??? but what I feel is just remorse. Guess I learnt a new thing today....... The right thing does not always be the right thing for you. It could be the right </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/HxylrTbw6AI/tujhse-naraz-nahi-zindagi-hairan-hu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/HxylrTbw6AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/tujhse-naraz-nahi-zindagi-hairan-hu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-4764895241645337447</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T09:52:37.176+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Malaysia</category><title>Malaysia truly Asia..... Kuala Lumpur</title><atom:summary>(Click on slide show to view pics in picasa)We went to Malaysia for the weekend. If somebody had told me this earlier I would be quite intimidated but considering that the countries here are really small....... the size of each being equivalent to some of the cities of our country, it is almost like going to Shirdi for the weekend from Mumbai. Only difference is that you need a visa.Going to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/QUYA39w5D78/malaysia-truly-asia-kuala-lumpur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/QUYA39w5D78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia-truly-asia-kuala-lumpur.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-6827751035618673789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T09:58:11.411+05:30</atom:updated><title>Nari tera jawab nahi!!!!</title><atom:summary>What is it with women????? Of late the women I have been meeting are all the Mere Pati mere bachche...... to the extent that I feel as though I am the judge in a Pativrata: Mera Pati Parmeshwar contest. Only the degree of Pativrataness varies. One lady comes up with "woh kitne thak jate hai sara din kaam karte hai". "Aaj unhone yeh kiya" etc etc. I cant help it but I just HAVE to roll my </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/C6Otynh3Xto/nari-tera-jawab-nahi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/C6Otynh3Xto" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/05/nari-tera-jawab-nahi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-2880866193875652627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-24T11:30:44.586+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Kash!!!!!...... Only IF........</title><atom:summary>Don't you wish for things....... sometimes impossible but you keep hoping that only if..... I do that very often. I keep hoping for things impossible. I am not going to talk about macro stuff like world peace or anything or the sort....... that I think is tooooo impossible. I am talking about the very minuscule atomic world that is mine and mine only.People who have read my posts earlier will </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/4_pV-kITJVE/kash-only-if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/4_pV-kITJVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/05/kash-only-if.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-7665569305812421553</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-14T14:23:15.446+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>I-cant-title-this-one</title><atom:summary>I adopted a virtual dog yesterday in farmville in facebook and the whole night yesterday I kept dreaming....... not good dreams....... about cookie...... my Alsatian dog....... more like a brother to me. I lost him years back but I think I havent had closure yet...... else why would I wake up today feeling that he was at my friends place, playing with her pet. It took me a whole one hour to get </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/VkhaGyK4S58/i-cant-title-this-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/VkhaGyK4S58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-title-this-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-3898272818462212895</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T15:09:40.971+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Sleeepy tales.</title><atom:summary>Sleeping is my favorite occupation...... the most precious thing in the whole world....... yeh aur baat hai that I never get much of it these days. Earlier as a kid I used to sneak in books under the blanket and later had to catch up on the sleep, much to my ma's wrath. So much that there are times when I thought that my ma was my precious sleep's worst dushman (enemy sound very subtle). I was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/2LtK1gJqj84/sleeepy-tales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCONmsjwk0A/S-vBCXnOHsI/AAAAAAAAB-8/wTjARqlm2Lc/s72-c/sleep.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/2LtK1gJqj84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleeepy-tales.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-1543025640357282391</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-30T08:50:41.789+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>The view from my window.</title><atom:summary>The view from my window is really lovely amidst lots of green lawns, stand lovely tall trees..... very very tall magnificent pine trees..... lots of them. In the beginning I was quite confused because I always associated pine trees with cold places and places which had snow..... not tropical places but then my knowledge of geography was always very bad. In school I managed to sleep through most </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/2iQYuOuL2Bk/view-from-my-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/2iQYuOuL2Bk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-from-my-window.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-5572321321885710122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 08:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-18T15:12:54.510+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singapore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sightseeing trips</category><title>Singapore meri nazar se - Singapore zoo</title><atom:summary>I normally dont like zoos. The animals are kept in confinement and most of them starving and really sad. This was a new experience. The animals looked good and healthy...... not happy because most of them had their backs to us. They didnt look confined. Amidst the tropical rain forest..... it was an experience!!! Specially loved the white tiger. There were three of them and they were beautiful. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ranu/~3/BKctwXrCRpw/singapore-meri-nazar-se-singapore-zoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ranu)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Ranu/~4/BKctwXrCRpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/04/singapore-meri-nazar-se-singapore-zoo.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

