<?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-7165126734707769249</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:52:41.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebrations of a restless mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts whizzing at crazy speeds and bumping into each other, quite like striking cars at a fair... Join me on this crazy trip and help me unravel some of them.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165126734707769249.post-3769557055854457875</id><published>2009-07-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:02:12.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really happy and gay?</title><content type='html'>Barely a week has passed by since Section 377 has been repealed and the protests and petitions have already started flooding in. Different religious groups are furious at "going against nature's way" and want the Indian Supreme Court to take back its decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, newspapers have started reporting the first few gay marriages in India. Quite a stir all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait. Who said anything about marriage? All that the repealing of Sec. 377 means is that intercourse between same sex couples is now not illegal. (Incidentally, do you know all those 'other' indulgences of yours were also illegal? heh heh!). homosexuals all over India celebrated. But, I really believe that this was only a minor victory for them. The war is yet to be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is a state of contradictions. While our ancient history suggests that we were a very tolerant and broadminded nation, our recent past shows quite the opposite. Everything that was once celebrated, is now either taboo or spoken of behind closed doors. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;. Just because you, me and a few urban friends of ours sit together sipping mojitos and discussing anything under the sun with panache, does not mean that we are the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still remain an extremely conservative society. With moral police raising hell over women wearing sleeveless shirts and hanging out in pubs, do you really think that  gays will be smiled at warmly and accepted easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get real. Picture a boy/girl from a regular town in India trying to tell his/her parents about his sexual orientation being different from the expected. We are very very far from the stage where the parents will be accepting. If there are accepting parents that's less than a handful. In a country where parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;threaten suicide if their child wants to marry someone of a different caste, I seriously doubt there'd be a day any time soon when they'd accept their child's same sex preference. More likely force the poor son/daughter to get married soon as of course the Indian parent firmly believes that marriage cures all ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazily enough, several of my colleagues seem to think that "this whole gay thing is just another example of copying the west". I swear, that was a direct quote to which several guys nodded their heads in agreement. A senior VP of not stands out not for his work but because word leaked out that he's gay!! The snide jokes abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy that the government at least now recognizes that it is not illegal and thereby indicates that it is not an "abnormality", but feel sorry that it is still a very long and hard road to acceptance for all our gay friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-3769557055854457875?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3769557055854457875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=3769557055854457875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/3769557055854457875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/3769557055854457875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-happy-and-gay.html' title='Really happy and gay?'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-2114163254336074995</id><published>2009-07-13T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:05:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honk honk!</title><content type='html'>My best friend hails from a country other than ours and has been brought up in a land where everybody follows traffic rules - to the 'T'. Hence it hardly surprises me when he's absolutely baffled with the traffic "condition"(for want of a better word) in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the average Indian city bloke about traffic rules and we'll come up with using signals while driving and perhaps sheepishly admit that one shouldn't overtake from the left. And that's what the educated bunch have to say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about lanes", I'm asked? "Yeah well, what about them?", is my reply. "Fast lane, slow lane....you know...." Well, my friend doesn't seem to understand that how can people relate to the concept of fast and slow lanes when there isn't any lane followed to begin with! I mean, on what should be a two lane drive, we have three and in between every gap is squeezed a bike or an auto rickshaw! As for fast and slow, well, typically the slowest auto is on the "fast lane" while the car in a hurry makes his way from the left! Talking of which, the whole Indian principle of driving, my friend, is about "making your own way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for zebra crossings, he wonders why he's the only bloke who stops at them when someone's crossing? Well, why indeed? I seriously wonder why the government bothers on painting them all over when not a single driver regards them. People at zebra crossings are as safe as anybody else jay walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is even more puzzled. Nothing to be puzzled about. In a country where a driving license can be obtained by paying Rs. 200 to the guy who comes for the test and without even setting foot in the test vehicle (trust me, I was offered this when I'd been for my test), how can you expect anybody to know anything about traffic rules? When I'd been for my driver's license, I never had to learn anything apart from a few road signs and prove that I could drive and reverse the car well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the driving schools teach you only how to drive the car. Not a thing more. Typical approach to teaching - just teach as much as is required to pass the test! But, I won't digress to the topic of teaching - that deserves a separate post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so now my friend has learnt to drive the Indian way - curse, swear and make your own way. He's stopped grumbling and we all live happily ever after.....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-2114163254336074995?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2114163254336074995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=2114163254336074995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2114163254336074995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2114163254336074995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/honk-honk.html' title='Honk honk!'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-4037794872500063443</id><published>2009-03-01T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:27:26.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lord Have Mercy!!</title><content type='html'>The Karnataka CM, Mr. B S Yediyurappa, has allocated Rs. 130 Crores towards the temples and muths (Hindu religious establishments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding. Neither have I got the amount wrong. Yes, I have cross checked. Now you might wonder why..I sure did. The news explains that this is because he is a firmly religious man, who feels that Karnataka has been going through bad times and he feels that appeasing the Gods is of primary concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What??!! "Primary concern"?? Over everything else?? Rs. 130 Crores??!! IS HE CRAZY????&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought this guy was level headed and doing a decent job so far and now I'm not sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This money is from our pockets... what gives him the right to decide on allocating such a big amount to temples? Also, what gives you the right Mr. CM to assume the role of our religious saviour? To decide that Karnataka is ruled by all the Hindu Gods that be?? Have you forgotten all the religious tensions in the state that you feel its time to stir that hornet's nest again?? And what about all the other much neglected areas which could use improvement and most ecrtainly don't need divine intervention!!!!??! For example, the roads, the infrastructure, education, health, etc etc etc. None of which require the Gods to be appeased but just need a wise leader at the helm and funds!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNDS - which even in this century is given away to temples. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it also makes me wonder, just how much power over our politicians do these peers and sages hold? Who really rules the state? God knows that several of these sages have been proved to be anything but holy and have been linked with everything from planned bomb blasts to fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that no God would be appeased with a fancier temple, a grandiose celebration, richer sages, elaborate rituals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Mr. CM, you could try appeasing your God by serving your people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-4037794872500063443?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4037794872500063443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=4037794872500063443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4037794872500063443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4037794872500063443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-lord-have-mercy.html' title='Good Lord Have Mercy!!'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-4534658136751070942</id><published>2009-02-20T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:23:19.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guilt trip</title><content type='html'>Was reading a travelogue and that got me thinking that people are always writing about interesting trips they make to far flung or remote places, but noone writes about the one trip we all make the most often..... yeah, that's right you got it from the title of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we're all accomplished going down that route. Sometimes we do it with a bit of help - usually from those who our closest to us, like a spouse or a parent-  urging us to take that road as though its a well deserved vacation. To accomplish that, the oft used phrases are: "I understand you were busy but you should have seen your son's face ..... he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; sad..." Or... "No, no... don't worry about me... you guys go out and have fun... i'm just an old woman.... i'll be fine alone.... (siiigh...)"&lt;br /&gt;Most effective, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are times we don't need that extra push. There are enough number of times we feel inexplicably guilty for things we couldn't have prevented anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so? Is it because deep down inside we know that we didn't do/try enough? Is it because we love blaming ourselves? Well, if a friend was facing a similar situation, 9 times out of 10 we'd tell him that he's got no reason to feel guilty. He really did the best he could/couldn't have helped it/was not his fault.. and usually these aren't platitudes. We mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how is it that when it comes to ourself, we can't apply the same clear headed logic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be as level headed when it came to such situations.&lt;br /&gt;What irks me most is that this kind of thinking is the elast productive and simply wastes time and energy, which, anybody who knows me would know how much I abhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, resolution number one for the year (yes, that's right, i haven't gotten down to making any resolutions yet, and it is indeed the end of Feb already),  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall not waste more than 5 minutes* on a guilt trip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm realistic. Black and white resolutions ultimately fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-4534658136751070942?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4534658136751070942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=4534658136751070942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4534658136751070942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4534658136751070942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/guilt-trip.html' title='The guilt trip'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-5520185186273749361</id><published>2008-12-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:13:34.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will it take for the powers that be to wake up?</title><content type='html'>I haven't written here in a while and its a reflection on the sorry state of affairs that the previous post too was at the time of a terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wondered where we are headed. This time round I'm just plain frustrated. How does a corrupt nation fight anything? Apparently the terrorists came into Mumbai view the sea and guess why they weren't apprehended at any point? Because surprise, surprise, they used a route frequently used for smuggling by our most famous underworld don, Mr. D and God knows how many pockets he's lined to look the other way. So, what were we left with? A route that is not supervised that anyone with the brains of a 5 yr old could misuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do besides protesting, I thought. Besides discussing things to death and blaming all and sundry - from our politicians to our border forces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we could, each of us learn to be more observant, cautious. More active citizens. But then again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kolkata on the second night of the Mumbai mess, residents of a middle class apartment noticed that a bulky black bag had been lying unclaimed at one corner of a staircase. After several hours, they started getting concerned and finally at night they alerted the local poilce. One solitary cop turned up at 10 pm, grumbling loudly about being "disturbed" at that hour... about how people could make a "fuss over nothing", picked up the bag and sauntered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, fellow citizens, how are we to fight this apathy in our nation where even as one city roils in turmoil another one is asleep???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-5520185186273749361?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5520185186273749361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=5520185186273749361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/5520185186273749361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/5520185186273749361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-will-it-take-for-powers-that-be-to.html' title='What will it take for the powers that be to wake up?'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-8446878766481615436</id><published>2008-09-16T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:42:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we headed....?</title><content type='html'>Have you been noticing the news over the last few years? Do you realize how many times the headlines have screamed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt; (pick a city!) rocked by blasts"... ? What is happening here? Why is it becoming increasingly easier for any faction to terrorize a country? Just how did things spiral out of control? Why is our country being targeted? India's never meddled with other countries, never posed as a threat to anyone, never dictated.... then why is there so much of hatred flowing freely through some sections across the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are the minds of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indigenous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;terrorists&lt;/span&gt; brain washed? What are they told over time that they start believing and then start hating? What could be told to them to completely distort rational thinking? I really wonder what is the kind of talk that would make a man bomb his own city...where he's grown up and roamed and shopped and had good times? One sec, just to clarify, the most recent suspect indeed comes from a background where he has had the benefits of a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt;, a stable, well paying job and a normal family. Then, back to my question: just what has been told to him over and over again to completely turn his mind and make him a terrorist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that these terrorists want to accomplish? Is it their form of entertainment? I say that with utmost disgust. For I am unable to understand the objective here. It isn't like destabilising the current government ensures a change which would suit them, it isn't that they've demanded something specific like a separate land, benefits, anything. Then what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is some twisted form of retribution, again... what is it that we have done? What is this payback all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today don't feel very safe anymore. People can only think "where next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame that we not only are unable to stop any of them till date, we still don't have a clue as to why and who. Its a shame to hear that citizens of your own country are causing terror. Its a shame that we have a coalition government as every decision has to go through not only the oppositions' protests but also through a huge mess within their own parties... Its a shame that citizens nowhere to point their fingers have started distrusting their neighbour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here and how do we get out of here??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-8446878766481615436?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8446878766481615436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=8446878766481615436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/8446878766481615436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/8446878766481615436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-are-we-headed.html' title='Where are we headed....?'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-2175551571654840445</id><published>2008-08-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:15:19.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The color of truth</title><content type='html'>A lot of people I know firmly believe that their life is "simple" because for them things are either black or white............... deluded aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean have you never told a friend "hey come on.. that's such a simple thing don't worry..." when inside you've wondered how the heck did he get himself in such a jam? Never lied to a dear aunt who's invited you to dinner and asks at the end..."How was the chicken?"?? Never stood up for your sister when someone said something about her but you glossed it over? Been rude but strongly feel that on the whole you are a very amiable person? Forgiven a friend a couple of times? Been a parent who doesn't love his/her child even in the worst of times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... get it?? We all live our lives in grey. Its some misguided notion that makes a whole lot of people believe that they are more straightforward/honest/direct/ and of course "simple" (the most vague word in use today) if they claim that they only live by black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is grey complex? Nah...i don't think so. Grey is what keeps us human.... grey defines us and our feelings.....its basically a zone which permits an entire range of human actions..... without harsh judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure one can stand and say... "I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be a hypocrite.." they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;mean it. But when you're looking for another job and in the meantime waiting to see what your appraisal yields..... ummm.... what was it you were saying again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean we're all bad? Siiiiigh.... nope. Just means that stop judging all the time. Stop trying to continually judge actions, thoughts and sentiments. We're just human....  trying to do what's right....trying to find our way....  losing it once in a while.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and let live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-2175551571654840445?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2175551571654840445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=2175551571654840445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2175551571654840445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2175551571654840445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/color-of-truth.html' title='The color of truth'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-3008737520886165865</id><published>2008-08-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:55:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me your "halwa"</title><content type='html'>Recently I chanced to overhear a little tyke of 4, singing a local film song with an adorable lisp. The song originally says "Show me your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalwa&lt;/span&gt;" (roughly translates to "show me your inner spirit") and the sweetheart was lisping "Show me your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halwa"......!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (for those who're curious, halwa is a dessert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile. Really. Children can be so sweet and innocent. Took me back to school days when we'd been taught a song about  a "Teddy Bears' Picnic". It had a line "watch them catch them unawares.." which, to my 5 yr old brain seemed like a fun game of catch, where you "watch them catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their underwear&lt;/span&gt;..."!!!!! actually had pictured diaper clad teddies which we had to play with and catch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory of my 5 yr old niece asking in awe....."Is the moon here green in color....!?!??"... on looking from her height in the car I realized she was viewing it through the green band across the windscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kid of 3 asking her dad while at the ATM.."But daddy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;is it called a 'ladybird'??"  Bet you can't answer that one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, listen to kids once in a while.... makes you forget your worries even if for a while! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-3008737520886165865?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3008737520886165865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=3008737520886165865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/3008737520886165865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/3008737520886165865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-me-your-halwa.html' title='Show me your &quot;halwa&quot;'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-368741165312262189</id><published>2008-07-31T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:33:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'twain shall never meet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o44D61FNWg/SJGWREHY58I/AAAAAAAAATc/LnYTj9SE5YY/s1600-h/men_women.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o44D61FNWg/SJGWREHY58I/AAAAAAAAATc/LnYTj9SE5YY/s320/men_women.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229125862260533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a well written blog about the differences between men and women (&lt;a href="http://fivewisemen.blogspot.com/2008/07/singh-is-kingwell-at-home-at-least.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and had a good chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? well, I've always been very amused at the inherent differences between men and women and the ultimate irony that a (straight) couple provides. Think about it, men and women are by nature and instinct born of gazillion years attracted to each other and choose to cohabit together....... and that's when they first think "OMG!!! This is a different species altogether!!!!!!" Panic surmounts as both parties are clueless...!!!! Women just don't get how every ball game/ cricket match/ F1 being televised could be appealing and men are baffled by a woman's demand to "talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are stunned when the "macho" men in their life refuses to use some sunscreen in Goa and would rather come home with a painful burn. And men are equally lost about why women feel so moved when they get a pretty piece of fluff from a friend instead of a "useful" gift on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could go on and on, but, if you've been in a relationship you know what I'm talking about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's to be done? Do we just bemoan the fact endlessly to friends or get mad?? Aha!! There is a way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all accept the differences. Secondly, work out some areas of compromise (I said &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;. you'd be stupid to try all). Third and final learn to pick your battles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first two are pretty obvious. As for the third point, well, ask yourself, &lt;i&gt;"does it really make a huge difference if he/she forgot to pick up whatever"&lt;/i&gt; Get the idea? We have but one life... can't keep getting mad at all the small stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, also learn some guile! Yep, you heard me! :D If he hates being nagged, make a list of weekly chores, stick it on the list and keep marking yours off.... on saturday, compare notes!&lt;br /&gt;If she takes an hour to dress and you're always late, tell her you have to leave at actually time - half an hour... better still change the clock in the house to run ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just had to write this today although to actually cover the whole topic would take me a year or two at least!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-368741165312262189?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/368741165312262189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=368741165312262189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/368741165312262189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/368741165312262189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/twain-shall-never-meet.html' title='The &apos;twain shall never meet?'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2o44D61FNWg/SJGWREHY58I/AAAAAAAAATc/LnYTj9SE5YY/s72-c/men_women.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165126734707769249.post-1431742218101796289</id><published>2008-07-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:09:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I keep awake????</title><content type='html'>(y.a.w.n...) Whoops! sorry about that but I am sooo very sleepy...!! I had to stay up till around 4 am this morning and have a looong day ahead .....!! If I yawned any bigger, you could probably see upto my intestines.... eww....gross!! I know.. but hey, I'm too sleepy to know what I'm saying.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started thinking....what are the top ten ways to overcome drowsiness??  Here's my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Splash cold water in your eyes several times a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good old coffee...strong!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headphones playing loud music (if you can work with music that is)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A brisk walk around the office every hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A quick power nap...at your desk....! Mind you ...not more than 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet another coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tons of water (if not to refresh you then at least to counter balance all the coffee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A post lunch walk outdoors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call a friend and chat for a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If all else fails imagine your boss's purple hued face when you miss your deadline!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-1431742218101796289?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1431742218101796289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=1431742218101796289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/1431742218101796289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/1431742218101796289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-i-keep-awake.html' title='How do I keep awake????'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-9021144050656404443</id><published>2008-06-19T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:03:26.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Declutter and Get organized!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you fidn yourself wondering very often why your house is always a mess? That you really need to get down to cleaning that cupboard? Really need to sort out the papers? Can't find that all important document? Hmmm... well, its a fairly common trait and can be overcome with a few simple changes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not a difficult task to get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, fix a cork board to your kitchen wall or dedicate a space behind a door for this. if you can't get hold of a cork board, tape up a thermocol sheet and cover it with a bright old cloth so it looks good. And do buy some board pins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, you can have a look at this &lt;a href="http://organizedhome.com/" style="underline:none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;very helpful website&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which provides several templates for your convenience. I, for one, am very forgetful of birthdays and anniversary. So, I've gotten a birthday calendar from here. You could get To Do lists, Cleaning lists, grocery lists, etc from the site.[If taking print outs is not possible, at least go through the various templates to identify which areas could be of use to you. then take separate sheets for each and just write the purpose of the sheet on top]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now that you have your sheets, fill them in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of your lists could be:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekly chores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekend To Do List,(here's where you add one long standing task per week.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monthly  To Dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthday chart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grocery list (to which you can keep adding so that when you finally go to the supermarket, you just tear the sheet off!),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekly menus (working moms... it takes a bit of time to write this once a week, but it really helps)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Now, that was to handle all the tasks and chores that pile up routinely. What about decluttering? I'd read in the reader's Digest long back, that anything that's not been used for 2 years or more, will most likely never get used! Well, out they go!!&lt;br /&gt;Next: your cupboard looks like its bursting at the seams yet you feel you've no clothes to wear? get everything out in a pile. Now, anything that's been there for very long needs to be put in a pile that you will donate and feel good about! (Yes, it includes clothes that are favourites, and look..they still look so good...)&lt;br /&gt;Anything which you'd optimistically thought you could fit into and have not been able to for more than 3 years... o.u.t!!! well, you get the drift by now... I'm sure your cupboard will breathe easier..&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the tendency to store everything? every plastic bottle and every pickle jar and every good plastic bag? if they're lying idle for anything more than a month.... please call the kabadi walla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next? well, now that you're tidying up, decide on designated spaces for different items. Like all bills go into boxA. All important documents are in File B, passport, cheque books, gas book all in another folder/box. Keep all warranty cards of every single appliance together. Maintain separate folders/ files for each person in the house, which will hold all of his/her certificates. Keys should be kept in a little jar/bowl/key peg.. Just remember to always keep things back in place and then you'd never be looking for things again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do now is refer your charts and sheet to remember all tasks (you'll never miss a birthday and never pay a bill late) and just remember to keep things in place instead of dumping them on the first available surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and please do give me your feedbacks and share your tips as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-9021144050656404443?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9021144050656404443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=9021144050656404443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/9021144050656404443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/9021144050656404443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/declutter-and-get-organized.html' title='Declutter and Get organized!!!'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-2548146384728840444</id><published>2008-06-11T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:26:44.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold in summer</title><content type='html'>I just disposed the 40th tissue since morning.. my nose feels raw and sore from all the blowing its been subjected to. The AC in office just makes it worse... Woke up yesterday with a disgusting post nasal drip and gargled throughout the day (twice actually!)  to wake up this morning with what seemed like the heaviest head in the world but ahh.. no more icky throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer here is...well, very pleasant and quite chilly at night so I guess I succumbed to temperature fluctuations at night... For now I'm having loads of hot coffee and tea and beginning to enjoy speaking in my husky voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old you are, don't you wish Mommy was around at times like this? I do. Siiiiiiiigh........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-2548146384728840444?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2548146384728840444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=2548146384728840444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2548146384728840444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/2548146384728840444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/cold-in-summer.html' title='cold in summer'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-4403311191343300053</id><published>2008-06-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:32:43.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony and Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever wondered at India's hypocrisy about racism? Let me explain. My father recently traveled on work to an African country. Post work, he decided to take a swim in the company's common pool. When he got in there were a few other Indians. But, the moment some of the natives got in the pool, said others not only slid out but even whispered to my dad that he should get out before the "Kaale log" got in!! Incidentally he was even warned not to eat non-veg as it is prepared by...yes, you got it... "kaale log"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are Indians so obsessed with fair skin? Why is a girl with a golden complexion and beautiful skin told by all in her family that she's so unlucky cos she's not fair? Why are fairness creams such a  success in our country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous. I was in Goa sometime back and would you believe that the Europeans there had deeper tans than we did and were least bothered by it? And on the contrary the Indian girls wouldn't even stay in the sea for fear of a tan. Ok, let me not paint everyone black (no, pun wasn't intended!)... there are a few evolved people, I admit. But, the majority are obsessed with "fair" skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people even realize that the word "complexion" refers to the overall appearance of someone's skin and not just color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, really, when you hear relatives commenting on adorable little tykes with a "oh, her Mother should start applying sandal wood paste (and blah, blah) right now so that later her skin clears up a bit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sis was pleasantly surprised when on relocating to the US one of the first compliments she got was for her "awesome tan"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you girls out there.... revel in your natural color...  with health and happiness... and for goodness sake... stop listening to people who believe color matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-4403311191343300053?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4403311191343300053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=4403311191343300053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4403311191343300053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/4403311191343300053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/ebony-and-irony.html' title='Ebony and Irony'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-1556312946743995390</id><published>2008-06-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:56:28.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is full of sweet sweet things I want to do some tasting...."</title><content type='html'>So sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boney M&lt;/span&gt; of yesteryears. Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever felt that there's so much to do but one life is simply not enough for it?? Just the other day I was telling my significant other that maybe I should've been an actor... "Why?", was the surprised response.... to which I replied... "At least that way I'd get to play so many different roles..!" Well, I was speaking lightly then, but honestly, I so often feel that there's so much I want to do but its just too much.. You wonder what I could want that seems too much for one life? Ok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a successful lawyer (no, I don't have a degree in law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a jazz pianist (I play two simple tunes with just one hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to play a drum kit as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to own a profitable business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go deep sea diving (for someone who barely swims!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to sing professionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a stage actor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a columnist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a counselor to troubled teens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to do a travelogue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to write a cook book someday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to take my sketching to a serious level&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My list can go on for quite a bit... you see, some of them might be doable if I pick a few from the list. But anything more than a few just cannot be done! And when you live in a big messy metropolitan where distances are huge and the traffic is disastrous, even signing up for a few things becomes that much harder... add to that a full time job and family.... you get the drift? No. Don't get me wrong... I'm not the kind to sit and bemoan my fate, etc... I'm a high octane person who tries to make the most of every minute...but sometimes I do feel that life is too short to experience all that it has to offer... don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-1556312946743995390?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1556312946743995390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=1556312946743995390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/1556312946743995390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/1556312946743995390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-full-of-sweet-sweet-things-i.html' title='&quot;Life is full of sweet sweet things I want to do some tasting....&quot;'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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-7165126734707769249.post-8800439996536906976</id><published>2008-06-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:37:22.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin...</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been resisting blogging for a while now. But, here I am... blogging! Has the bug bitten me? Its too early to say... right now I'm just testing the waters... why am I here? I don't really like writing much or perhaps I've stopped ever since... well it's been long. But it would be nice to share ideas and thoughts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7165126734707769249-8800439996536906976?l=cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8800439996536906976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7165126734707769249&amp;postID=8800439996536906976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/8800439996536906976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7165126734707769249/posts/default/8800439996536906976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebrationsofarestlessmind.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin...'/><author><name>Cerebrations</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></feed>
