<?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-6943681543305569388</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:31:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Me</category><category>S</category><category>Cricket</category><category>Holiday</category><category>Weather</category><category>IPL</category><category>Ageism</category><category>Book club</category><category>Chocolate</category><category>Cooking</category><category>Hostel</category><category>Immigrant workers</category><category>India</category><category>Miachel Jackson</category><category>Outing</category><category>Paris</category><category>Rain</category><category>Random thoughts</category><category>Summer</category><category>Swimming</category><category>U.A.E</category><category>Weekend</category><category>harmonies</category><category>letter to self</category><category>music lessons</category><category>realization</category><title>This and that</title><description>Thoughts and ramblings on my life...</description><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-3186965957617967225</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T21:28:57.631+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letter to self</category><title>If I knew then what I know now</title><atom:summary type="text">This is an entry for ammani&#39;s  blog post about writing a letter to your teen-self:Dear teenage me,Did you know life is only as predictable as death? So stop wasting too much of your time in planning for the future and live (and love) each day. All your zits will not last forever; a day will come when you will fail to remember that you once had a face as bumpy as the road.  You will have a crush </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-knew-then-what-i-know-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-8654094638330819334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-26T11:57:22.007+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miachel Jackson</category><title>Jacko R.I.P (Aug 25 1958 - Jun 25 2009)</title><atom:summary type="text">As a teenager I was introduced to English pop music with Michael Jackson. The world of pop music was fast, exciting, and to me it was MJ.  His music, ‘gravity defying’ dance moves, the famous ‘moon walk’ and not to mention his hairdo was a craze amongst so many. You can never fail to see a MJ performance in the numerous dance competitions from schools to TV shows.  His contributions to music have</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/jacko-rip-aug-25-1958-jun-25-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-625234932904827055</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 11:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T12:37:56.595+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hostel</category><title>The Handshake</title><atom:summary type="text">We were summoned in to the head wardens office to be informed that the following week Queen of England will be visiting Kalakshetra and we were supposed to stand at the entrance of Kalakshetra and greet her. The enormity of the event did not strike us back then. There was always someone or the other coming to Kalakshetra. I would have probably been more excited to meet Prince William than his </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/handshake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-6202756398593286716</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 09:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T14:41:22.284+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paris</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>A weekend in Paris</title><atom:summary type="text">Last month we sailed from Dover to Calais and took another 3 hours, by coach, to reach the city of Paris. It was a long and tiring journey and we were beginning to regret the short holiday even before stepping outside our hotel rooms. After a short freshening up session we headed for the boat ride on river Seine to see Paris by night. I fell in love with the city on the first sight. I gaped and </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-in-paris.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTa2qys5nCfB6hW4ndUlg9hWljckql_mquPMQTEh_6xhu3BW_u_jgHx8c624ckKf6wdUaAisybs5JrRn0Pb1MXPu3PQ2UrFCbKhZtWcQB51W9sRyenw34Gqqj9obvjuDtzOaZ0z2OB6s/s72-c/P1010146.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-6283282011554027986</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T22:46:13.762+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hard Bargaining</title><atom:summary type="text">I have been going on and on about joining the gym from the time we arrived here. After procrastinating for 4 months I decided to do something about it. The gym is hardly a 10 minute walk from the house and I pass it a hundred times every week and yet there I was sitting on my couch, munching away and watching the idiot box.. Guilt was gnawing me every time I carelessly shoved something in my </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-bargaining.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-288150529160552377</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 09:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T10:51:04.281+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Book club</category><title>Caught Reading - 1</title><atom:summary type="text">I have decided to write a little about the books that I am reading and probably update a review once I finish the book. Hope I follow it through till the end. Books are my best friends for the moment (apart from IPL) and once the reading begins I transport myself into another world. Nothing can distract me, as I read the scene unfolds in my head like a movie. 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I fumbled for a compromising answer and conveniently changed the subject. After the conversation the question kept circling in my head and I actually made an effort to think it through.I must admit I miss work quite a lot. More than the work itself, I think I missed being</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-3137514030269985288</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T15:33:18.699+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">IPL</category><title>Fake IPL player.. Who is he?</title><atom:summary type="text">I just happened to catch the grapevine on the fake IPL player&#39;s blog. He claims to be a Kolkata Knight Rider&#39;s team member and has a dig at the management and players equally. The questions that arise are whether he really is a player or just a random guy with lots of imagination. Regardless of his identity or authenticity,  the blog has caught up with the cricket frenzy junta. Kolkata Knight </atom:summary><enclosure type='' url='http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/fake-ipl-player-who-is-he.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-389731205105719437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T14:11:33.395+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ageism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>Restricted entry!</title><atom:summary type="text">Every time I am invited to a party or get together in a pub/nightclub I need to carry an ID (has to be a passport as I dont own a licence and nor am I a student) to flash at the bouncers. I tut tut about their inability to see through the appearance in to the wiser and older me but within I have a smug grin brimming. Its a real nice feeling when people say or think that you don&#39;t look your age. S</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/restricted-entry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-6703083890618546307</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T21:21:50.511+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Rain and  holidays</title><atom:summary type="text">Today after the match between Rajasthan Royals and Mumbai Indians was abandoned due to rains, I kept wondering if the cricketers were jumping with joy. Its quite hard to imagine those guys jumping with joy, yet imagination has no bounds.I mean that is exactly what I would do, given the situation. I did three years of my schooling in Kalakshetra (as a hostel student) and it is extremely difficult </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-and-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-5684299314434557978</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 08:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T11:11:50.904+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random thoughts</category><title>Cross connection!</title><atom:summary type="text">When I stand and wait for a bus, everything except the one that I need, pass me by. Finally when it does arrive late, it is stuffed with enough load to stop the driver from opening the doors.  I helplessly look around and decide to walk to the station, every few steps I turn to check if there is another bus coming this way and after walking a good distance I can see it shuttling  to the stop. My </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/cross-connection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-863884008911807349</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T09:57:11.667+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cricket</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">IPL</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>IPL - It is back!!</title><atom:summary type="text">Schooldays vividly bring me back to the times where me and my brother would spend long hours watching cricket matches (even during my exams). There was tension in the air accompanied by loud sighs during wickets and bangs on the table for any joyous moment. I always enjoyed the ODI&#39;s (One Day International&#39;s) and only caught up with the highlights for the Test matches. Somehow did not have the </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-it-is-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-867387308714909848</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T21:49:58.624+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weather</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weekend</category><title>The much awaited Long weekend..</title><atom:summary type="text">The Long weekend did not seem so long after all. Thursday was spent anticipating the weekend and Friday arrived with very little promise of a holiday as the sky was overcast with rain bearing clouds, threatening to pour down any minute. Also conveniently S had loads of office work to do and hence as usual the day was spent with internet movies, games and the occasional walk to the kitchen to </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/much-awaited-long-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tJEhGtQuaAAaPA0LLzHe259QwAebtNO1RzdS0ktRnMndLgPpNQ6c7ISPtf8QPQFJbFYbT04QQvK_g23vn_dg0nsy-GH6Y2ELaTyB2ybT-NLTw5ZEHuZ5zbx3AGxygxlKuxbwayIvln4/s72-c/IMG_0098.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-3090110794770888402</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-17T13:48:01.663+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Immigrant workers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">U.A.E</category><title>Plight of immigrant workers in U.A.E</title><atom:summary type="text">I happened to watch  &#39;Panorama&#39; on BBC. It is an investigative  TV- show that goes undercover  to bring out the truth on various issues. On Monday they focused on the condition of construction workers in Dubai. It was really disheartening to see the workers slogging themselves for 6 days a week(12 hour shifts) with no basic facilities. Most of them are from India, Pakistan,Bangladesh and China. </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/plight-of-immigrant-workers-in-uae.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-5184959724975625908</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T13:15:25.528+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music lessons</category><title>Music to my ears!</title><atom:summary type="text">Music (carnatic music) lessons and me date back to a time when I was just four. My parents always thought I have a &#39;sweet&#39; voice and hoped that I would some day sing professionally. Little did the know then that I would never do just that. I was the kid who made everyone close their eyes and not look at me before I decided to sing. I would fuss for about 15 mins to sing something for 5min. Once </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-to-my-ears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-2202826492843344235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T18:19:29.468+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">realization</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weather</category><title>Summer arrives (slowly)</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, as I walked with a spring in my step to meet my husband at the station, a slight warm breeze rustled and lifted my spirits. I suddenly realized it was 19:30 and the light rays from a descending sun were still guiding me through. Yippee! Summer is almost here...I am loving it!</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-is-arriving-slowly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh7XX29xUGQG53YtcmnQIGiWgscsEugNS-9PRuEijvgnqCdSNEbG8pSYERipjF6spOZp3ypZKPj_5bXY8QwJgjhpoNnHJ3zuv5hnNOOQFkmcwctA2y4KdB5b-HLY4pUCHH5D9uvObM3U/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-7414304495579752818</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T17:37:21.235+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chocolate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>A Broken Promise</title><atom:summary type="text">I know I promised I will not do this once again..I tried so hard not to. When the time came to resist, it was a disaster. Your dark smooth luscious skin and your curves was a big big temptation! I needed something to distress me...What with the so many stressful worldly issues like recession, jobs G20 summit blah blah and issues on my personal front, like the the mouse in my kitchen  ...I needed </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-promise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEien00HqnxxztjnOVYAuI0onkAZKc_SJSSmk0lXny86vUEGlXyYHAt76m_fyLNEPNaEtEYNkZbHRCUP_0rnRJrsvRqMFOVtbhCXRfAN9la8anM5WHSbQb0zCGWcRB35WWO0p6im1IWxMCI/s72-c/Photo-0007.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-8030132720563211590</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 10:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T11:34:05.024+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><title>Door Delivery!</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the best things about being in India is the access to all the small luxuries in life. Be it going around in car driven by a driver, a cook who makes whatever your palette desires, a maid who cleans your house everyday, ironing lady who comes to collect your clothes and brings it back to your door step, Vegetable vendors selling fresh veggies and fruits on the go, autos that stop in front </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/door-delivery_31.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-429736695349372726</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:17:02.131+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Swimming</category><title>The one in which we decided to swim!!</title><atom:summary type="text">I have always heard people say that swimming and cycling are skills that once honed will never be forgotten. Says who??? Or maybe its just me. It was a long time back and me and my roommate (H)  were thinking of ways to beat the bulge. We were university students and H was really good at cooking, that pretty much sums up the situation. Apart from a few hours of part time job we didn&#39;t have much </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-in-which-we-decided-to-swim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-4662985971043122475</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:16:46.917+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weather</category><title>Hello Sunshine...</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh sun! The one shining on us from the skies of London. Please decide what you really want to do. If you are tired of performing then please take rest till tomorrow dawns and let me curl down under the duvet with  a hot chocolate and a book. However if you think you can carry on with your job then I wouldn&#39;t mind strapping on my shoes and checking out a few high street shops. I really have some </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-sunshine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-2985842325041166822</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:16:30.871+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>Surprise Surprise!!</title><atom:summary type="text">It was a typical day in my life. Cuppa tea followed by reading news, blogs, searching for jobs and watching online videos.... Everything was normal and suddenly at about 12 in the afternoon the intercom buzzer went off (Its not a thriller story I am narrating..sorry to disappoint you)... It brought me out of the reverie and I ran to answer it ( I usually don&#39;t have visitors at this time of the </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise-surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikIjT0YfuPnkB8ZNIV1d7_wtJ2AmFtKhxnM5KtMzVGVYdAisvDMszyt7mfBwI8D9po-Oa-_zwRvOc8hgmOyZdh76bF4DcPBVitUSI9IxvNw114vavFFtVETq02jWsjzt6e3nIB-OLCHps/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-8033259738498288575</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:16:07.536+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">S</category><title>Wolfing down the waffle!</title><atom:summary type="text">Oxford street is a shoppers paradise.. I love strutting around the street with no real purpose. Walking the whole stretch back and forth never tires me as I get engrossed in the display windows and the offers in stores. Yesterday I dragged S to Oxford street and went into as many stores as I could but somehow never ended up buying anything... The only place which interested S was the Apple retail</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/wolfing-down-waffle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9f7pSr29QOW_q6Jl0da_jWTbmUEig3FzHwRp17qS4XSYr0Oduvzpdwj7sjPaTfJR4-9iQZ4o_kMwKDSHOiaJpfr_TQ8vVToUo_VW7kEpDWx31QQZliO8Z_yTIvL3CJvXI3rHpSXwS2o/s72-c/22032009522.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-8810176584298587697</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:15:23.816+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cooking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>Whats Cooking??</title><atom:summary type="text">Before the wedding, there was no necessity to cook elaborate meals. I always managed with Kelloggs in the morning, a sandwich near the office cafe for the afternoon and &#39;slim a soup&#39; with garlic bread for dinner. The maximum efforts I would take was to make a sloppy rajma or channa curry. I miss that aspect of my spinsterhood a lot..Now its always about what I can cook and the pressure to create </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-cooking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvPxVUYwFhfOU5QabgATXo_8hbxoiH5bdbu9mC7dEsyROzN0OwwL3T7fZpxWQjsdP-jnWjz_AxgOtHkqT05HJSt9hjYyUjpg4XHwKA7hmwYkqNHO_eE0Y2omT9nN5pA29W20wURLSQCiw/s72-c/Photo-0006.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-3431831527708204776</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T20:14:57.999+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>Bad hair day</title><atom:summary type="text">Everyone has a bad hair day, its quite common... Well definitely not on their wedding day.. I was very fortunate to have the experience right on the &#39;D- Day&#39;. Thankfully it wasn&#39;t the muhurtam (main ceremony) otherwise I would have fled from the scene then and there.I have always had a fear to use false hair (sauri) and have never really had to as my hair was long till it was under my moms </atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-hair-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6DqDukcv44V6NwjGvhyphenhyphen1E9eooXTxMx_yvfi2QTHpwGcUxDEezK76UMjXLotiIPAEh8MI8cjvH7aerpcya92G_tzU7Dl8kjSDfKOv0zEPLuGn8Q5Jp67gJ7y9wG4xqA4BZMs8RrKBmThI/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6943681543305569388.post-581923058378524024</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T16:39:25.445+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">harmonies</category><title>John Denver -  Annies song</title><atom:summary type="text">I happened to hear this song after a looong time...I absolutely love this song. John Denver&#39;s lyrics and voice brim with the love for his wife Annie. Supposedly he wrote it in just 10.5 minutes on a ski lift, after an exhilarating ski trip in Aspen. I hope you enjoy this beautiful piece of music.</atom:summary><link>http://preetha-mythisandthat.blogspot.com/2009/02/john-denver-annies-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Preetha)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>