<?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-9830919</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:09:31.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness Personified</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111382238528657703</id><published>2005-04-18T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T05:45:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Transplants</title><content type='html'>Today's CNH strip reminded me of my predicament on Mondays (I don't know how to upload pics, so here it goes in text form). Calvin's singing "Homework makes me happy", "I don't want to go outside and play, I want to do maths". And finally after a "Blehhh" he says, "My brain always rejects attitude transplant". I realised that every sunday evening and monday morning this is exactly what I do. I keep telling myself that Mondays aren't all that bad, but no use. Now I have a name for the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a friend today morning and he gave me this &lt;a href="http://research.microsoft.com/~daniel/uhh-download.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for "Unix Haters Handbook". Now I've never  had anything much against unix (or windows for that matter) but reading this book was quite nice. The only drawback being that this is all I did the entire morning:(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111382238528657703?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111382238528657703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111382238528657703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/04/attitude-transplants.html' title='Attitude Transplants'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111339487051465966</id><published>2005-04-13T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:21:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations...</title><content type='html'>My friend was looking for company to go to the cafeteria. The nice guy that I am, I thought of giving him company but decided against eating anything. 20 minutes later I came back after devouring two dosas and a plate of pakodas. And then I wonder why I'm not losing weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111339487051465966?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111339487051465966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111339487051465966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/04/temptations.html' title='Temptations...'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111279037726178964</id><published>2005-04-06T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:26:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push-ups.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got this sudden craze to do push-ups. I could manage quite a number of them till it struck me to try with one hand. Well they do seem pretty easy when someone's doing, but when it comes to your own self, it's an entirely different picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one hand neither could I balance myself nor did I have enough strength to sustain my weight. Just kept falling flat on my face.  Guess either I'm too heavy or too weak.&lt;br /&gt;But on the brighter side, I've now got a new motive in life.  I plan to do atleast 10 at a stretch in the next two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111279037726178964?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111279037726178964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111279037726178964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/04/push-ups.html' title='Push-ups.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111271164985914728</id><published>2005-04-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:34:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one.</title><content type='html'>I'd managed to lose a considerable amount of weight and had started slipping into my clothes pretty easily. But as luck would have it, for fifth time in the past two weeks, I've been having late night meetings.  As a result, I make two trips to the cafe in the evening, followed  by pizzazs for dinner. And worse, I go home and eat dinner again. The end result, I've ballooned again:(. All my dieting and exercising's gone for a six.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope there aren't any more such meetings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111271164985914728?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111271164985914728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111271164985914728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111215369124859959</id><published>2005-03-29T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:34:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jhankaar Beats</title><content type='html'>I saw Jhankaar Beats again over the weekend and there's this one line which keeps coming back to me ever since. "Even if you don't change, time forces you to change".&lt;br /&gt;Ironic but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111215369124859959?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111215369124859959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111215369124859959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/jhankaar-beats.html' title='Jhankaar Beats'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111054393677929779</id><published>2005-03-11T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T04:33:09.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it all came tumbling down.</title><content type='html'>Most people in my office use Netscape for mails. However I've always been an MS-Outlook fan and still continue to be so. Yesterday I downloaded and installed a plug-in for outlook. And as always I didn't read the instructions and installed it straightaway. There were a couple of settings to be done and since I hadn't done them, the system crashed and quite a number of things stopped working.&lt;br /&gt;I called the Desktop support and after three hours of trial and error that guy asked me to get it formatted. Now after getting it formatted I finally have my PC up and running but not without a catch.  I am not able to work because I have to set up my stuff, and I am not setting up things since it'll take too long and I've got loads of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111054393677929779?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111054393677929779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111054393677929779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-it-all-came-tumbling-down.html' title='And it all came tumbling down.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111034273726919165</id><published>2005-03-08T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:32:17.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one :)</title><content type='html'>I got this in a mail.  Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="BodyTextSingle"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;True Stories from Support Reps&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;For a computer programming class, I sat directly across from someone, and our computers were facing away from each other. A few minutes into the class, she got up to leave the room. I reached between our computers and switched the inputs for the keyboards. She came back and started typing and immediately got a distressed look on her face. She called the teacher over and explained that no matter what she typed, nothing would happen. The teacher tried everything. By this time I was hiding behind my monitor and quaking red-faced. I started to type, "Leave me alone!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;They both jumped back, silenced. "What the..." the teacher said. I typed, "I said leave me alone!" The kid got real upset. "I didn't do anything to it, I swear!" It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. The conversation between them and HAL 2000 went on for an amazing five minutes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ul type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;      "Don't touch me!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;      "I'm sorry, I didn't &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; to hit your keys that hard." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;      "Who do you think you are anyway?!" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p class="BodyTextSingle"&gt;Etc. Finally, I couldn't contain myself any longer and fell out of my chair laughing. After they had realized what I had done, they both turned beet red. Funny, I never got more than a C- in that class.&lt;/p&gt;  --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111034273726919165?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111034273726919165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111034273726919165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/nice-one.html' title='Nice one :)'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111034242929248139</id><published>2005-03-08T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:27:09.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday's are good.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday quite a number of offices were closed due to Shivratri. And the roads in Bangalore were just a site to behold. No traffic jams at all which is really rare.&lt;br /&gt;Took me just 20 minutes to drive to office and I'd been wondering why. After reaching office, I came to know that it was thanks to the holiday. For once I liked it that other people had a holiday :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111034242929248139?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111034242929248139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111034242929248139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/holidays-are-good.html' title='Holiday&apos;s are good.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111019434891225601</id><published>2005-03-07T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T03:19:30.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last!!</title><content type='html'>Finally am done with the new template.&lt;br /&gt;Modifying the template, wasn't half as easy as I'd been expecting it to be. Adding the links was easy. What wasn't easy was getting commenting to work. I couldn't find where all I'd added code in the previous template. Finally had to go to Haloscan and get the snippet from there.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was worth it. This template is a nice refreshing change :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111019434891225601?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111019434891225601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111019434891225601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-last.html' title='At Last!!'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-111018883791739712</id><published>2005-03-07T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T01:47:17.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block.</title><content type='html'>I've been suffering from the writer's block ever since I'd last updated the blog. I just need to open this blogger screen and all ideas simply vanish. To top it, blogging's been a bad omen as well. On a day when everything would be perfect, something or the other would go wrong the minute I would start blogging. So I ended up not updating this blog and almost forgot that I had a blog.&lt;br /&gt;And for the nth time, I've decided to be more regular with this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-111018883791739712?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111018883791739712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/111018883791739712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/03/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110897823507283345</id><published>2005-02-21T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T01:30:35.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it !! :)</title><content type='html'>I had a huge collection of CnH on my comp in my last company. However when I left that place,  I lost all of it. And out here I barely found anyone interested in CnH. However as usual I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of CnH fans out here as well. Infact one of my teammates has a huge collection which I've gleefully copied :).&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the next few days are going to be fun reading them. Bill Watterson's a genius to think of something as amazing as this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110897823507283345?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110897823507283345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110897823507283345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/got-it.html' title='Got it !! :)'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110864290294489164</id><published>2005-02-17T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:50:14.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>Watched Black yesterday.  It was horrible. Thankfully it was just 2 hours long (though it seemed to be 4-5 hours long). Dunno what the hell prompts people to make such movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110864290294489164?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110864290294489164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110864290294489164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110837496621903125</id><published>2005-02-14T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:56:06.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I burnt my thumb.</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was eating a Cheese toast straight out of the oven.  The Cheese was dripping and hot. And well, as I put the toast in my mouth, the cheese dripped on to my thumb and my thumb burnt :'(.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse the toast was delicious enough to make the burnt thumb worth it. Guess I deserve the Ignoble award for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110837496621903125?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110837496621903125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110837496621903125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-burnt-my-thumb.html' title='I burnt my thumb.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110811961711275744</id><published>2005-02-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:00:17.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too lazy</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling too lazy to blog. There's lots to write about but just don't feel up to it.  Am thinking of being more regular next week on. But I've been thinking that for quite some weeks :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110811961711275744?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110811961711275744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110811961711275744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-lazy.html' title='Too lazy'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110786387242224299</id><published>2005-02-08T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T03:57:52.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>My code finally worked :D. The stupid thing wasn't working for the past two days and eventually it turned out to be a database issue and not with my code :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110786387242224299?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110786387242224299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110786387242224299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110777639239799371</id><published>2005-02-07T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:50:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>Blogger seems to be conspiring against me. When I tried publishing my last post, it went into server timeout and I lost my post :(. It's happened earlier also, and like always, I've forgotten to save the post. Hope I have enough sense to save this post before I try publishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110777639239799371?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110777639239799371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110777639239799371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogger-conspiracy.html' title='Blogger Conspiracy'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110742962308927816</id><published>2005-02-03T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:20:23.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>A week back life seemed perfect. Things were falling right into place. It couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;This week's been exactly the same. Things have been falling into place even now. But for no rhyme or reason  life's now a drag. It  no longer seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110742962308927816?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110742962308927816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110742962308927816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110691537289111672</id><published>2005-01-28T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T04:29:32.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Days :'-(</title><content type='html'>I'm having bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I had a meeting at 9:30. I woke up late and the traffic was horrible. Somehow I managed to reach office on time only to realise that the meeting'd been postponed to today morning 9:00. Today I again managed to reach office on time and found it'd been postponed to 10:00 :(.  All I could do was tear out my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'd been under the impression that I'd lost quite a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought of  wearing a couple of my trousers which I hadn't been wearing coz they were a wee bit tight.  Earlier while I would fit in with slight effort, this time I just couldn't fit in at all :-((.&lt;br /&gt;And all this while I'd been rejoicing that I'd lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can things get worse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110691537289111672?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110691537289111672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110691537289111672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad-days.html' title='Bad Days :&apos;-('/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110663228196496866</id><published>2005-01-24T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:57:34.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am back!</title><content type='html'>After an extended bout of laziness, I decided post a post today. But this blogger's been acting funny since morning. Couldn't log in only :-(. On top of that, I even forgot my password. Am finally able to log in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a real nice weekend except the 3 hours I wasted watching Kisna. It's as crappy as anything could ever be. Read "The Man - Irving Wallace" and apart from that did absolutely nothing. Just loved it :D. Sigh, I wish I get more such weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110663228196496866?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110663228196496866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110663228196496866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-back.html' title='Am back!'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110594892732646707</id><published>2005-01-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:50:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Have been feeling too lazy to post. And by the look of things, this will continue for some more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110594892732646707?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110594892732646707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110594892732646707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110534818709022987</id><published>2005-01-10T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T01:09:47.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues !!</title><content type='html'>Yet another Monday :-(. Though this one's not all bad since it's a 4 day week, friday being off :-)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to office on Mondays has always been awful. In my previous company, ties had to be worn on Mondays and Tuesday.  This made it all the more worse. Thankfully in this company there's no such thing as a dress code. So atleast it's not half that bad.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing good about a Monday is that Friday is 4 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110534818709022987?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110534818709022987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110534818709022987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues !!'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110510332319518030</id><published>2005-01-07T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T05:08:43.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parkinson's Law</title><content type='html'>Work Expands to fill the available time.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like that's exactly what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110510332319518030?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110510332319518030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110510332319518030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/parkinsons-law.html' title='Parkinson&apos;s Law'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110501401941373364</id><published>2005-01-06T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:50:59.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dilbert Principle</title><content type='html'>"The basic concept of the Dilbert Principle is that the most ineffective workers are systematically moved to the place where they can do the least damage : management" - Scott Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's just one book you could read before you die, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0887308589/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-5391768-7452158#reader-link"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is it!! It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Adams, take a bow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110501401941373364?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110501401941373364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110501401941373364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/dilbert-principle.html' title='The Dilbert Principle'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110499367662023586</id><published>2005-01-05T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:51:01.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo TOI !!</title><content type='html'>Today's TOI's Bangalore Times affirms my claim about lady drivers :-)&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://epaperdaily.timesofindia.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.It's on the front page of Blore Times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110499367662023586?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110499367662023586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110499367662023586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/yo-toi.html' title='Yo TOI !!'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110481909553075496</id><published>2005-01-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:51:03.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary!!</title><content type='html'>I'm real scared of two things. Stray Dogs and Lady Drivers. Most Stray dogs mind their own business and don't trouble you. Others can usually be  countered by throwing a few stones. But Lady Drivers?? What do you do about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're some who drive so slow that one could walk faster. And they'll make it a point not to let others overtake. So you've got to follow them and keep trying to figure out a way to get ahead. On the whole they're still ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there're others who're oblivious to the fact that there are other people on the road as well. They'll move around more bothered about their make-up and lipstick than the traffic and will bang into some poor soul. The lady will start shedding tears.Very soon there'll be a crowd which'll naturally be sympathising with the lady. What does the poor guy do? Nobody'll even listen to him. (No it hasn't happened with me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking on these lines, here's some food for thought. what if a lady driver adjusting her make-up bangs into another lady driver (who's also doing the same)? Whom does the crowd sympathise with?&lt;br /&gt;All this doesn't mean that I am an MCP or anything like that, it's just that lady drivers are too dangerous for mankind. I feel they should be restricted to back seat driving only.&lt;br /&gt;What say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110481909553075496?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110481909553075496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110481909553075496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/scary.html' title='Scary!!'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110473098997819995</id><published>2005-01-02T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:51:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOI</title><content type='html'>I've been reading TOI for the last 4-5 years and have hated it all through. They manage to squeeze in the worthwhile news in a tiny column and give full page coverage to all sorts of nonsense. But still, like an idiot, I've been reading it. I guess it's because I find the other papers out here to be worse. I used to like Hindustan Times but they don't have it down south :(&lt;br /&gt;The one good thing that TOI's done in recent times is that they've put up an online replica of the paper &lt;a href="http://epaperdaily.timesofindia.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's an exact replica of the newspaper and best of all it's free :-) Though reading an actual newspaper is any day more fun, but this is nice enough a thing. I hope other papers also follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110473098997819995?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110473098997819995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110473098997819995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2005/01/toi.html' title='TOI'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110446977714349824</id><published>2004-12-30T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:51:12.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust.</title><content type='html'>Yet another year passes by without my having done anything worthwhile. Infact I doubt if I've done anything worthwhile the whole of my life, but somehow I guess I like it this way :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year 2005!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110446977714349824?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110446977714349824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110446977714349824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust.'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110439604886438987</id><published>2004-12-30T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:40:48.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Josh Vanishes</title><content type='html'>I was full of josh to post today.&lt;br /&gt;But god knows where it vanished :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110439604886438987?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110439604886438987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110439604886438987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2004/12/josh-vanishes.html' title='The Josh Vanishes'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110431265385770215</id><published>2004-12-29T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:30:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking for a long time what my resolutions should be. But can't think of any :-(.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm perfect ;-).&lt;br /&gt;What I'll do is try and make some resolutions for 2006. And if this blog exists till then, I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110431265385770215?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110431265385770215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110431265385770215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110431090799174575</id><published>2004-12-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:51:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Bangalore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110431090799174575?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110431090799174575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110431090799174575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-bangalore.html' title=''/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830919.post-110429652495737104</id><published>2004-12-27T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:40:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Frontier......</title><content type='html'>My last attempt at blogging. More so to prove to a friend that I am NOT lazy to keep a blog. Let's see who wins :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830919-110429652495737104?l=thedt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110429652495737104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830919/posts/default/110429652495737104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedt.blogspot.com/2004/12/final-frontier.html' title='The Final Frontier......'/><author><name>..</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6729/306/1600/4471.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
