<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003</id><updated>2011-10-12T00:04:05.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profundities</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding profundity
in the most unusual places.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-109089729572374517</id><published>2004-07-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T20:01:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good news and the bad...</title><summary type='text'>It has been exactly a week since I blogged. The good news is the response to profundities. It has been exhilarating to see so many people interested in reading and contributing to the discussion.To get to such numbers in a month has been an amazing experience to me. To top it all, I've been asked to do articles for a journal. Unfortunately, I won't be able to continue to spend much time on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/109089729572374517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=109089729572374517' title='134 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/109089729572374517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/109089729572374517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-news-and-bad.html' title='The good news and the bad...'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>134</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-109030481468259466</id><published>2004-07-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T08:06:46.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spin Zone: On Spinoza and Kenneth Lay</title><summary type='text'>Spinoza wrote a classic work- Ethics. Centuries later we are still debating, this week you would have seen the picture of Ken Lay in handcuffs and surely you would have read about ethics in business.  "I believe in God and I believe in free markets," says the son of a Baptist minister who ended up as one of the most famous business people in America now. He is almost evangelical of free market </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/109030481468259466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=109030481468259466' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/109030481468259466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/109030481468259466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/spin-zone-on-spinoza-and-kenneth-lay.html' title='The Spin Zone: On Spinoza and Kenneth Lay'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108977263804596101</id><published>2004-07-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T18:02:25.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Guide 1 : Presentation</title><summary type='text'>"To love and not lose or to not risk loving at all is to not live at all."This comment to one of my posts turned out to be not just a tongue twister, but also a mind bender. Well said, and profound too.Someone else, well, most anyone else would have put it in a different way, so why is it that some people write well and some write exceptionally well? This question leads well into a topic I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108977263804596101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108977263804596101' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108977263804596101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108977263804596101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/bloggers-guide-1-presentation.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Guide 1 : Presentation'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108969156337887924</id><published>2004-07-12T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T22:20:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember You As You Were: Pablo Neruda</title><summary type='text'>  Today is the 100th birthday of Pablo Neruda. Neruda won the Nobel Prize in Literature "for a poetry that with the action of an elemental force brings alive a continent's destiny and dreams". "How could poetry bring alive a continent's destiny and dreams?", u might exclaim, well, a little history is in order. But before that a little appetizer.  Neruda is famous for the intensity of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108969156337887924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108969156337887924' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108969156337887924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108969156337887924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-remember-you-as-you-were-pablo.html' title='I Remember You As You Were: Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108949488050499329</id><published>2004-07-10T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T14:28:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it is not just about the game: Surprising facets of sports psychology</title><summary type='text'>Once in a while you come across an article, book or an interview with a person who makes a lot of sense, and you sit back and wonder "Wow, this stuff is new, where can I read more from him". Malcolm Gladwell is one of those guys. He wrote a book "The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference" I've read an interview with this guy and articles by him. I am not paraphrasing his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108949488050499329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108949488050499329' title='71 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108949488050499329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108949488050499329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-it-is-not-just-about-game.html' title='When it is not just about the game: Surprising facets of sports psychology'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>71</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108935111027183961</id><published>2004-07-08T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:34:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the KFC at Wickenburg</title><summary type='text'>Warning: another short storyLiliata rutlantiumTurma circumdetIubilantium te virginum  As Stephen left the KFC, he was thinking of the Rituale Romanum; This is the part of the commendation for a departing soul. Not that she were dying; but he knew at that moment that it was beginnning of the death of her memories.  Life has offered Stephen innumerous tempations of a conventional existance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108935111027183961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108935111027183961' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108935111027183961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108935111027183961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/kfc-at-wickenburg.html' title='the KFC at Wickenburg'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108874745529421125</id><published>2004-07-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:57:38.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two snobs make a leader.</title><summary type='text'>"Will you be able to lead when required, and have the self-control to yield when you shud?"I came across this line while reading a Wall Street Journal piece.How wud you relate this to the people u see everyday? Let me take the example of a manager, the fictional manager Tom of my technical articles, how wud he behave given a technical management problem? "The problem is..., we have two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108874745529421125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108874745529421125' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108874745529421125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108874745529421125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/07/two-snobs-make-leader.html' title='Two snobs make a leader.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108829653006547079</id><published>2004-06-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T21:24:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry says Ni hao: How does Kerry stack up with regard to South Asia policy?</title><summary type='text'>There are two issues which prop up whenever Kerry alludes to South Asia.1. Outsourcing &amp;2. Monetary Policy.From Kerry's campaign web site:"Promoting America's competitiveness in a global economy. Kerry's plan will ... For example, if you want to open a hotel in Bermuda, a bank branch in Shanghai to service the Chinese market, or a car factory in India to sell cars in India, you can still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108829653006547079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108829653006547079' title='220 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108829653006547079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108829653006547079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/kerry-says-ni-hao-how-does-kerry-stack.html' title='Kerry says Ni hao: How does Kerry stack up with regard to South Asia policy?'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>220</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108797959219989743</id><published>2004-06-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:19:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview With the Vampire(2004). Al-Nashami on the Saudi attack.</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Current Affairs.Follow the link to read the June 15 special dispatch by the Middle East Media Research Institute.This is an interview with Al-Nashami, commander of the Al-Quds Brigade that took responsibility for the May 29 attack at Khobar, Saudi Arabia, in which 22 people were killed.This is a long article(est. reading time 5 min), but I am sure reading it will give you more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108797959219989743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108797959219989743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108797959219989743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108797959219989743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/interview-with-vampire2004-al-nashami.html' title='Interview With the Vampire(2004). Al-Nashami on the Saudi attack.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108789073006554600</id><published>2004-06-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:52:10.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Gmail Invites and Alex.</title><summary type='text'>I have a few gmail invites left; anyone who wants it, send me a mail. Please don't use the comment feature for this.Moving on, is someone keeping up with the browser wars? yeah, I know, the Iraq war is more hip, but that war is unarguably a Vietnam for the 21st century. I'm on the right, particularly on the issue of the war, but man, someone has messed up big time- the guy who came up with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108789073006554600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108789073006554600' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108789073006554600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108789073006554600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/free-gmail-invites-and-alex.html' title='Free Gmail Invites and Alex.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108772216279637726</id><published>2004-06-19T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T02:02:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls between gardens.</title><summary type='text'>When I got back to my apartment, I was drenched in rain. For a split second I contemplated whether I should press the blinking light on my answering machine or run for the towel. The voice of Mrs. Warrior at full blast from the recorder stopped me even before I reached half way across to my restroom.-The bitch dumped her. Ohh no. I was anyway going to be wet again, so forget the towel, I made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108772216279637726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108772216279637726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108772216279637726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108772216279637726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/walls-between-gardens.html' title='Walls between gardens.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108771572786431305</id><published>2004-06-17T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:17:51.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Change.</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Purely technical.This is from a series of articles I had written for a journal.The only thing constant in this world is change. The truth of this statement hurts.Today Tom was in a particularly bad mood, "Think outside the box" he said. Upon a little bit of enquiry at the coffee room, I knew what the problem was. He had a meeting with our director and was asked about the objectives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108771572786431305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108771572786431305' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771572786431305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771572786431305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/constant-change.html' title='Constant Change.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108771508925995793</id><published>2004-06-14T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:21:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Private Corner</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Purely technical.This is from a series of articles I had written for a journal.The one good thing about being a fresh graduate was that I was given the cubicle by the corner. This was a particularly desolate corner of the office; Tom must have thought that it would be better to keep the novices as far away from his group as possible. I loved my private corner; it even had a small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108771508925995793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108771508925995793' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771508925995793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771508925995793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-private-corner.html' title='My Private Corner'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108771387659987585</id><published>2004-06-13T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:44:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabs and Location Based Services (LBS)</title><summary type='text'>This is one technology that has me riveted. The more I read, the more I become enamored by the tremendous utility of this technology. Take for example this new cab service which was launched in London - Zingo Cabs.When you call this number, you will be connected to the nearest "Zingo"-aware cabbie, and you talk to the cabbie directly to fix the pick up location.Zingo locates the position of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108771387659987585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108771387659987585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771387659987585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108771387659987585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/cabs-and-location-based-services-lbs.html' title='Cabs and Location Based Services (LBS)'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108769983247929928</id><published>2004-06-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:55:49.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: The Millionaire Next Door</title><summary type='text'>4 Stars: The picture of a typical wealthy household: She drives an Aston Martin, he drives a Porsche. They have caviar and champagne for dinner, fly in their own jets and spend lavishly on shopping. CUT ! It turns out, that this picture is just a figment of the media's imagination- the wealthy in America are not recognizable by what they wear, where they live, and not even by what they do for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108769983247929928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108769983247929928' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108769983247929928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108769983247929928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/review-millionaire-next-door.html' title='Review: The Millionaire Next Door'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108745895860954219</id><published>2004-06-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:56:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Bobos in Paradise by David Brooks</title><summary type='text'>4 Stars: This book is about the nueveuou rich( i know ive messed up the spelling ) - about the rise of meritrocracy in the US. bobo stands for bourgeois+bohemian( i know this time i got the spelling right; i copied it from the book). The demographics of the rich were very different in the pre-world war era. At that time, the admission critereon to get into Harward was your lineage. Brooks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108745895860954219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108745895860954219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745895860954219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745895860954219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/review-bobos-in-paradise-by-david.html' title='Review: Bobos in Paradise by David Brooks'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108745570201459317</id><published>2004-06-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:57:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Born Confused by Tanuja Hidier</title><summary type='text'>5 Stars: It is ironic that I start my blog with a fiction book; but this one is right around my alley- Indian diaspora in the United States. At the University of Texas, Austin, I was a teaching assistant at the Asian Studies dept and we offered a research course on the Indian diaspora in the US. Did you know that you that almost every other person you meet in Fiji, Trinidad or Mauritius will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108745570201459317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108745570201459317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745570201459317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745570201459317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/review-born-confused-by-tanuja-hidier.html' title='Review: Born Confused by Tanuja Hidier'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108745349810421750</id><published>2004-06-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:44:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Digressive</title><summary type='text'>Routines are made to be broken. I was in a peculiar routine these days: guests, shopping, visiting, again shopping... Now that I've my 'batchelor pad' to myself, I'm surprised by the amnt of time I get to spend on myself!What would a dormant soul like mine ( not 'like me' ) do when he gets all this time- just like Forrest Gump, I decided to do something perpetually, day after day, night after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108745349810421750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108745349810421750' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745349810421750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108745349810421750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/passive-digressive.html' title='Passive Digressive'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339003.post-108744890427853791</id><published>2004-06-01T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:24:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better to have a target before I shoot.</title><summary type='text'>This blog hopefully, will be about:1. Books2. People3. Current Affairs4. C++ and Design Issues.5. Profundities ( u will come to know what that means soon )I don't intend to write every day; but i'll aim to do 3-4 per week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/feeds/108744890427853791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339003&amp;postID=108744890427853791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108744890427853791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339003/posts/default/108744890427853791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaway.blogspot.com/2004/06/better-to-have-target-before-i-shoot.html' title='Better to have a target before I shoot.'/><author><name>mr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
