<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 05:03:31 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>LIFE</category><category>family</category><category>friends</category><category>love</category><category>memories</category><category>musing</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>MUMBAI</category><category>Pune</category><category>bengali</category><category>festivals</category><category>Kolkatta</category><category>news</category><category>birthday</category><category>weekend</category><category>God</category><category>funny</category><category>POETRY</category><category>spirituality</category><category>M syndrome</category><category>college</category><category>philosophy</category><category>India</category><category>anger</category><category>bengali bhadra lok triology</category><category>music</category><category>pink cloud</category><category>singapore</category><category>religion</category><category>school</category><category>serious issues</category><category>holiday</category><category>movie</category><category>tag</category><category>Mahad trip</category><category>Malaysia</category><category>Pics</category><category>awards</category><category>cast</category><category>milestone</category><category>mother&#39;s day</category><category>patriotism</category><category>sightseeing trips</category><category>society</category><category>spammers</category><title>Ranu Chakraborty Bhaduri&#39;s  Planet &quot;R&quot;</title><description>Welcome to Planet &quot;R&quot;.......... &#xa;&#xa;My very own planet in this blogosphere. My world of love, hate, eccentricity, fun, tears, anger, excitement and emotions. </description><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-7135711101847910070</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2014 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-11T11:00:02.569+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><title>Another day of life</title><atom:summary type="text">
Whatta day!!!! It is just the wee hours of the morning. Infact I haven&#39;t even properly started the day and it is already seeming a downer. Every now and then i have these days of disillusionment. Where one after another i come across more people giving up...... the pessimist in me agrees...... it is for the better,...... but the optimist in me wants to change things.



A 14 yr old is </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2014/09/another-day-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-939520319427438933</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2014 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-11T11:19:54.781+05:30</atom:updated><title>Queen..... the Rani who finds her wings !!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">I saw Queen yesterday. The movie where Kangana Ranaut plays Rani, the main protagonist. The story is of a simple and &quot;GOOD&quot; girl who gets dumped at the altar by her bf of many years..... only to embark on a journey to her pre arranged honeymoon to Paris and Amsterdam all by herself, meeting people who are totally different from her, beating thugs in paris, selling golgappas in amsterdam and </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2014/03/queen-rani-who-finds-her-wings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-782690207089965821</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2013 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-05T12:58:58.872+05:30</atom:updated><title>Forgive yourself....... as you would forgive your neighbours.</title><atom:summary type="text">
All through school and college...... one thing was dinned into my mind by teachers parents..... never point a finger at others. Point it at yourself. When you point a finger at others remember the other fingers are pointing at you. So on and so forth. Until we reached a stage where we were told that never find fault with others. All the fault remains with only one person...... that is you. To </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2013/09/forgive-yourself-as-you-would-forgive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-2661611909038404458</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Aug 2013 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-04T00:15:27.522+05:30</atom:updated><title>Save me........ save yourself !!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">When people cry &quot;exploitation&quot; or say that they are being exploited and complain and cry about it to others. I don&#39;t have the patience of feeling bad about such people. If you think you have been exploited you ask for an explanation from the exploiter and rather than playing victim and crying over it, you fight for your rights. And if you wish to continue the existence of the one exploited you </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2013/08/save-me-save-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-3099969598327737639</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jul 2013 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-31T18:20:27.164+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ohh to be young again</title><atom:summary type="text">
For the past few days I&#39;ve been coming across a lot of people who get whimsical and melancholy when they mention their youth. The very thought of going back say twenty years made me think..... do I want to go back. What would I change??? 



When we were young all we wanted to do universally is...... to grow up. Old age at that time was anybody who was 15 years older than you. As we grew up our </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2013/07/ohh-to-be-young-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-117938520447745253</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2013 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-29T12:05:22.063+05:30</atom:updated><title>Mc Dream Home </title><atom:summary type="text">My new pet project these days is &quot;HOUSE Hunting&quot; and man.......... is it tiring or what??? I am either on the field looking at potential apartments or researching them on the net. At other times I am thinking about them...... another very very tedious process. I haven&#39;t touched my camera since Diwali night. None of the flats I see fall into the Mc Dream Home category. Finding a dream house is </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2013/07/mc-dream-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127989441370019522.post-4218875658436633247</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2012 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-01T07:57:28.327+05:30</atom:updated><title>Aiyyyyyyyyyya........... Aiyyyyyooooooo </title><atom:summary type="text"> Somethings make a big time change in our lives. They could be real uninteresting paltry things which we would normally ignore yet they can do wonders. In my case a STUPID movie got me back to updating my blog after almost a year.



The movie is Aiyyya and  yes as my tweet said earlier:

 &quot;It is the most torturous thing that has happened to any Indian since Jalianwala Baug&quot; 



If you think I am</atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2012/10/aiyyyyyyyyyya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><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>&quot;Its been a good enough life&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-good-enough-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></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 type="text">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&#39;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...... 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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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/song-is-always-better-than-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</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></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 type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/alienation-and-hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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 &quot;Nobody&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-nobody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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 type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-without-carpets-and-masks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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 type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/11/carpet-and-mask-cleaning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></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 type="text">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.&quot;Never ever hurt any being knowingly and unknowingly&quot;, 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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">bengali</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#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><title>Mahalaya and Mahishasurmardini</title><atom:summary type="text">(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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-am-late-but-it-is-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</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></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#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MUMBAI</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><title>Formula one racing in India.</title><atom:summary type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/10/formula-one-racing-in-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>Me&#39;s back!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">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: &quot;I already forgot Singapore&quot;. 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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/09/mes-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></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#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singapore</category><title>Time lost and lots gained.</title><atom:summary type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-lost-and-lots-gained.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nostalgia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pune</category><title>When I was ten and six</title><atom:summary type="text">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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-ten-and-six.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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 type="text">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&#39;t feel happy. Aren&#39;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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/tujhse-naraz-nahi-zindagi-hairan-hu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></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 type="text">(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://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia-truly-asia-kuala-lumpur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></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 type="text">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 &quot;woh kitne thak jate hai sara din kaam karte hai&quot;. &quot;Aaj unhone yeh kiya&quot; etc etc. I cant help it but I just HAVE to roll my </atom:summary><link>http://ranuchakraborty.blogspot.com/2010/05/nari-tera-jawab-nahi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RANU CHAKRABORTY)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>