<?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-29748535</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:29:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Aamir Khan</category><category>God</category><category>Gujrat</category><category>Taare Zameen Par</category><category>backpacking</category><category>barbecue</category><category>belief</category><category>citizen</category><category>cnn</category><category>elections</category><category>enchantments</category><category>fall</category><category>gandhi</category><category>ganpati</category><category>hiking</category><category>ibn</category><category>journalism</category><category>mahatma</category><category>news</category><category>northwest</category><category>philosophy</category><category>pnw</category><category>rei1440project</category><category>summer</category><category>swan</category><category>texas</category><category>utsav</category><category>vision</category><category>voting</category><category>washington</category><title>iBlog</title><description>because i like to..</description><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-1854994790845204715</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2018 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-28T12:48:49.802-05:00</atom:updated><title>Enchantments - there and back again!</title><atom:summary type="text">
One of the most sought after and beautiful destination in Pacific Northwest needs no introduction, at least among backpackers. This was my third time to the region, but first time in Spring and with core permit (yes!).

We started from Snow Lakes trailhead as it is still early in the season to cross Asgard pass without ice axe. We carried micro-spikes (no snow shoes) and didn&#39;t even take them </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2018/05/enchantment-there-and-back-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXAOfuSaGKMwJ2sMvoFQ4f1diq3wpe2JZ4ggVpZgZlxK-BWBibOUdLwpsCW9JOOJnlpEexpDm9mxpmLSbAOt1G_8tKNwEf-gL4mIMJcakhvNVjloD-YAfznBz8Cop5b02ESUMWQ/s72-c/DSC04535.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-6070624020853066115</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2016 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-28T11:40:30.948-05:00</atom:updated><title>India unplugged - Delhi</title><atom:summary type="text">
A couple years ago I was in Beijing and just like every other tourist there, I went to see the great wall. To me, it felt like yet another overpopulated tourist attraction. Don&#39;t get me wrong. I love the history of the wall and very much fancy visualizing how it would had been during the times of ancient Chinese dynasties. What I realized is that I cannot connect to it well. Maybe it was the </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2016/03/india-unplugged-part-i-delhi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-5523637614467371772</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2014 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-16T00:36:25.477-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">backpacking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enchantments</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hiking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">northwest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pnw</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rei1440project</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">washington</category><title>Enchantments</title><atom:summary type="text">
Gods must be crazy. How do you create crystal clear lakes that reflect perpetually snow caped rocky peaks midst gorgeous hues of green pines, yellow larches, orange devil&#39;s clubs? Add to it a light choreography of elusive sunshine beaming through sneaky and fickle stratus clouds and make it really hard to get to this heavenly amphitheater, which makes you wanna go there even more!

When we won </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/10/enchantments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy797BHPr4m27DF-DqndEskZ0DzlIO7BxBMw6l4RddZDnsmS1yLc3ejKGtpIRQT0Kq7JYE5QN7YLwi6WJSTcEBrcrLv5maBfTfTV1CS5MFn_WY__qNdtt_dijp8dbvTMoD5jKiGQ/s72-c/10724246_549089091858453_523889463_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-8201066527086283397</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2014 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-09T16:30:22.144-05:00</atom:updated><title>An encounter with Simba</title><atom:summary type="text">

A crisp morning. We all wake up early with an anticipation of catching the last African sunrise and possibly spotting some Savannah natives at their breakfast..



Eastern sky is beaming gold and hot air balloons start floating above the horizon. Their golden hue silhouettes against lone standing acacia trees make a good picture, I thought.



Van sets in motion. After spotting some usual </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/10/an-encounter-with-simba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqvtwi5dQ6MJyIwefpL_OaaG5H_G1DVW9K4v2mWFatiiOcE-dT5BNN9apMiXyNooZf8dzboIik8W70a-iacBNH5oMP7qKfHSoQ8fzXg1rHrQHIt9fXYjt_oobNP01wYqSIVdnoA/s72-c/DSCN7032.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-4747612842741300820</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2014 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-25T17:21:50.890-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mount Kili</title><atom:summary type="text">

After six months of planning, changes and then some more
changes, I finally made it to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro yesterday, September
7, 2014 at 8:20 AM local time. More importantly I made it back alive and in one piece few hours
back.





Six days without shower, cold, scratchy throat, literally dizzying
heights, smelly clothes and stinky socks, crowded sleeping bags and tents,
unbearable </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/09/mount-kili.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZcXxgeN58wIO2yFTFipmOulIAYTD-1XyIu9Vg-v65BvkIKVMeeNzBieUuUKtzEWMpOMpcM19NiYb6KOAJpxgvG6DXbSsL0gLUtTQWuQW72N_pjQx_ttf75AMON1Ro25HDRbnLA/s72-c/DSC_5153.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-2038500402221358085</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2014 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-22T13:05:11.066-05:00</atom:updated><title>Montreal - Love at first sight</title><atom:summary type="text">
After a brutal red-eye flight from Seattle to Toronto, then seven hours of nonstop driving from Toronto and then traversing through busy Montreal Center Ville&amp;nbsp;to find parking; I was expecting myself to be in a zombie state.

But then again, every now and then you visit a place that makes you fall in love at first sight. It feels like all stars have aligned and life is idyllic. You forget </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/08/montreal-love-at-first-sight-ou-coup-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKy6cM8TnPT4L_vwZaY47f2qY3TGQDxuDVxGFqgyoUiKjq1OOC2PfyHQ7g_nsY1nxjo4UvcaTXIZ-QrMLE8TNsfd2pfxfLLvZLj-dF4iY0V1QBHbe1rFvuOG_wWnxFWR6_wxWSDA/s72-c/20140704_203338.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-8021817186980128968</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-06T00:22:47.914-05:00</atom:updated><title>Leavenworth + Wenatchee</title><atom:summary type="text">
Being in Seattle, my German experience comes mainly through pubs like Von Trapps,&amp;nbsp;Die Bierstube&amp;nbsp;and their&amp;nbsp;delicious sausage variety to wash down with cold and brilliantly crafted beer selection!

But if you really want to brush up on German you learnt in school or celebrate oktoberfest like a German (sorta :P), Leavenworth is just stone&#39;s throw away (2+ hours to be little more </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/06/leavenworth-wenatchee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-712GTjVaoMqPPvhHU9CH7v80UxOQCqfiSD3UoNFRt2X7_2Ua_xPbSnUdKh32MiIu1DwnpkRwWdwX2fwqU2i0NNUGPfjxe5Ookogg0KpKblQ7mTXOdMOSUY6bWnq1hGomYL5dfg/s72-c/10520389_1468208170086482_2130649281_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-5850411741570862032</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2014 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-02T20:04:47.392-05:00</atom:updated><title>Vagaries of fast evolving human communication and its repercussions!</title><atom:summary type="text">
My grandfather owned a retail shop in a rural village in India. He would bring goods from a nearby city around 20 miles away and sell them to the locals - everything from notebooks to potatoes! He hardly watched any TV, walked around the village and met with people face to face, hosted his kids and their families over summer and other festivals and was physically present in all our childhoods.

</atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/06/vagaries-of-evolving-human-sensations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-6093382556551743662</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-23T03:18:39.582-05:00</atom:updated><title>China (Part I - Beijing)</title><atom:summary type="text">
China - The land of dragon, communist autocracy, the future superpower, the manufacturer of almost everything man made these days!! My perception wasn&#39;t very different looking at the land of Mao from USA and from India growing up. I always had an opinion of this country as - love it or hate it; but you can&#39;t ignore it!

What I knew for sure was that I am going to have a chance to rebuild or </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/05/china.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYlpLM_MXOziR1c9WY87vc4ZAyWOd4JJXjBpcu29fPO-X7eD1xOQ5ymsdEij8Y3kXhNR66OatrGa0gSghSZS_LARYe_68cH_MVYMeUBNSmOBxbJOdD9RDgc4Jc_kNtu5iZpyg0g/s72-c/DSCN3219.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-6811742824271319344</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2014 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-23T09:37:49.252-05:00</atom:updated><title>Alaska!</title><atom:summary type="text">
To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.
- John Muir


This seems like an innocuous statement, until you actually visit Alaska and experience it for yourself. I consider myself fortunate to have gotten time, resources and company to visit Alaska or the last frontier, so it is referred.

When you think of Alaska, you think of snow and probably lot of</atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2014/05/alaska.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-3133159471478340469</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-24T00:32:58.345-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dubai</title><atom:summary type="text">
I am an avid traveler/adventurer; but I do not like to
splurge big-time. This makes me go for the things that are maximum bang for the
buck. So when I saw that Emirates Airlines provides an overnight stay in
Dubai if you have more than 3-4 hours layover; I went ahead and booked a returning ticket from Mumbai that would give me an
evening in Dubai and overnight stay to relax and continue on my </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2013/02/dubai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-Fqd-BIa3V8JNGMddH2gq7OOPc5rwOM63mf0rvZ6G2idimSvNw8T3MvkXuFTBQQUweQoyHOFH6v-QcP96TD7Kf3fW7pWeVUCCfXVqLg352h64k8DxbMY_vjlIj2C1uM23JFqPQ/s72-c/WP_000508.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-1385822263834650572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2012 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:13:51.447-05:00</atom:updated><title>First full marathon</title><atom:summary type="text">
Every first has a special meaning. I ran my first full marathon today. Through the hilly course starting below the Space needle, going on I-90 bridge (over Lake Washington), then through beautiful Seward park in morning mist and through the hills by the Washington lake.&amp;nbsp;It felt good. No, it felt really good..

I still remember yesterday. I was all apprehensive and my mind running through </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/11/first-full-marathon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-2081807451733803048</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:13:51.453-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hussein</title><atom:summary type="text">
Rahul: Hello
Me: Bol kya hua?
Rahul: Arey, Hussein passed away...
Me: What? Are you f*&amp;amp;%*g kidding me?
Rahul: Nahi be. It happened on Tuesday morning. He had a stroke in his sleep.
Me: (Still trying to decide whether to believe this) Is this a joke?
Rahul: No, Lisa and Carl got an email from his sister.
Me: Oh God..

Hussein. A close buddy of mine - who was around me for past five years is </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/11/hussein.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-8248550132907051387</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-21T20:39:03.708-05:00</atom:updated><title>Déjà vu</title><atom:summary type="text">
My Dad is a very open person. He likes to share stories of how he was brought up, how he came to Mumbai, how he made a living etc. When I was young, whenever we used to pass by Sewree, an area in south central part of Mumbai; he would point at one building, get a little nostalgic and would say - &#39;My first job in Mumbai was as an accountant in that building&#39;. A ten year old me could only take </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/07/deja-vu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-6258498742929087873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:16:00.296-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Mother&#39;s day!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Mom. Your first and probably the deepest connection to life. A person who undeniably defines the phrase &#39;unconditional love&#39;.

It is near impossible for me to describe in words how I feel about her. I am filled with so many emotions and memories that my rational side fails to fathom. I leave you with following video that salutes the person who plays the role of &#39;higher being&#39; on earth - the one </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/05/happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-7624136261367725558</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-06T12:49:53.720-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Namesake</title><atom:summary type="text">I find the Seventies very idyllic. Although I was not born in that decade (I think..) and have nobody telling me about how awesome that decade was; I somehow feel growing up in seventies in any country must had been ideal.So a movie that is about an Indian family living in New York in seventies was bound to catch my attention. And of course when somebody like Mira Nair is directing it, there is </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/03/namesake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-8360973933904733341</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-11T04:00:12.697-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tribute to the Indian Wall!</title><atom:summary type="text">I always looked at Rahul Dravid as Pete Sampras of India :) I know that I might be comparing apples with oranges, but I could not help finding some similarities between their appearance on and off the field/court.I feel fortunate to be growing up watching sportsman like Rahul Dravid who not only greatly contributed to making India a winning side, but also kept Cricket a &#39;gentleman&#39;s game&#39;. </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/03/tribute-to-indian-wall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-1201847887308536987</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:16:44.452-05:00</atom:updated><title>80/20 principle</title><atom:summary type="text">I am one of those idiots who try to find pattern in everything around me. I make up some rules from observed patterns and try to live by them only to realize that &#39;every rule has an exception&#39;. (Can this rule have exception as well? :P)Anyways, here is something I have read or watched and am convinced about these days. 80% of the things in your life are driven by 20% of your actions. Believe me. </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2012/03/8020-principle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQXC1QATbTy0kTy__oM0qDR9fQZ4LQrmc4ZxZ2sXOo1Yw0t5VOEz4PxNgUodOdjkH1oCcxtaKYKV4G4_tO2NdehOCKqZYBGhUKdPxG2Ey2v4ZyfGa2BpfWKQabsembbbMyX_2Mw/s72-c/pareto+graph.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-7902261650523399001</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2011 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T02:53:05.280-05:00</atom:updated><title>Running.</title><atom:summary type="text">I completed my second half marathon today. Slightly better timing, but a harder race. I did the first one last month, and I thought I did pretty OK for the first timer ( 2 hours 7 minutes). I just improved by 2 minutes in this one, but boy this felt quite harder than the first one. Last two miles felt like the longest ones, especially the start of last mile. I could feel my body getting </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2011/08/running.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33bkv1pvorrBrJo-F4nHtqMHJddGesdHdOqLC0OeHxU8-k7iZXNehb4mEexgIz3T2ezUOQctHF6pPsmCIlCs4FdLc-NBvvLxT6t1eEJXZuEZB7TppYvBIyZaAB7A48m2b08NmBA/s72-c/South+Valley+Half+%25233.jpg.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-7711685144130572859</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:18:23.088-05:00</atom:updated><title>Attitude is everything</title><atom:summary type="text">I was reading this article, and had a sort of realization. It makes so much sense. When you approach anything with an honest and deep belief that you can do it, and are not wavered by possibilities of failure; you really can achieve what you want. You might fail once or twice or even thrice, but if you find a way to keep your spirits high; you will succeed eventually.We as human beings are </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2011/05/attitude-is-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-4678404167634168710</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:18:23.082-05:00</atom:updated><title>Another roadtrip.</title><atom:summary type="text">Back from another awesome road-trip in Southern Utah and Arizona canyons. 1000 miles out and back driving and endless (at times mindless) fun. Wanted to stay for another day and explore Lake Powell. Anyways I am very tired right now, but feeling refreshed..</atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-roadtrip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-5743619120315431965</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 03:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-27T12:18:23.085-05:00</atom:updated><title>In this moment</title><atom:summary type="text">Listening to Frank Sinatra and sipping my favorite hazelnut hot coffee, I am looking outside from   my bedroom glass door. I see a calm, lit up city surrounded by cozy mountains, and a pitch dark sky. It is still little cold outside, not a spring as yet. I close my eyes. I am at peace. I am wondering how many times I really pay attention to this moment - now? No matter what happened before or </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-this-moment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-8767210192009486068</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-25T12:17:08.524-06:00</atom:updated><title>Trip India</title><atom:summary type="text">I am back home after 3 years, 4 months and some days. How do I feel? Did I have time to feel? Well, not really. I have been traveling to every corner/suburb of Mumbai like a crazy backpacker, staying at different places every night, meeting friends, relatives, attending weddings/social functions every day. I feel like a stranger or tourist in my own city. The city in which I grew up, is changing </atom:summary><link>http://sankalpshere.blogspot.com/2010/12/trip-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sankalp Shere)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29748535.post-6628871204470211261</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T13:37:07.347-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ganpati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">utsav</category><title>Ganpati Bappa Morya!</title><atom:summary type="text">This is the first time I am celebrating Ganesh Chaturthi without any festivities. For past three years, UTA Marathi Mandal, or so it was called, helped me alleviate pain of being away from home during Ganapati Utsav. 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