<?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-22463395</id><updated>2011-12-15T09:15:14.867+06:30</updated><category term='doodles of the mind'/><category term='From the dark cellar'/><category term='work woes'/><category term='with a smile'/><category term='the bigger picture'/><category term='gyaan'/><category term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>Pseudo think</title><subtitle type='html'>poetry......

its just my emotional scratch pad
:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanderer</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463395.post-7422253437915245873</id><published>2011-04-19T01:19:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:19:53.581+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Its time.</title><summary type='text'>When in doubt, write.

Usually in an obdurate and illegible manner.
A pity, internet does not allow me to get away with bad handwriting.
A sign of things to come?

Common, frivolous pursuits and hardly an original thought?
There is little confusion today.
The disagreements are all in tone nigh content.
Sometimes its like a thousand penguins jumping into the sea.
Need I remember anyone? 

The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7422253437915245873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7422253437915245873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7422253437915245873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7422253437915245873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time.html' title='Its time.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-2043985431766176148</id><published>2010-11-15T00:31:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:45:37.654+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>The single minded pursuit of pointlessness</title><summary type='text'>Here I am again.Obsessed with, well, myself.The small trivial everyday soldiers of life have reached forward base. Well on their way to  conquering my spirit.Can't hold on much longer I guess.Little more, and the deluge of inconsequential days will crush the rebellion.I live from day to day, always hoping that the constant mono-drone that life has to offer is a short undesirable stint. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2043985431766176148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=2043985431766176148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2043985431766176148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2043985431766176148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2010/11/single-minded-pursuit-of-pointlessness.html' title='The single minded pursuit of pointlessness'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-6915580297617652906</id><published>2010-09-14T01:22:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:27:22.332+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><summary type='text'>The value of sleepis only when you want tobut cannotin all other casesits quite useless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6915580297617652906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=6915580297617652906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6915580297617652906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6915580297617652906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleeplessness.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-2704870337792411601</id><published>2010-09-09T00:23:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:32:33.673+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>This too shall pass</title><summary type='text'>Living with people.I can't think of anything in life that tests you more often and severely than living with someone. Especially someone you like.Everyday you need to decide, me or you. Who steps back and gives way. There is no answer to this. You could do this for ten years and suddenly be overcome by irrational insecurity.Having your way is never a good idea anyway. You live with guilt, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2704870337792411601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=2704870337792411601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2704870337792411601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2704870337792411601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This too shall pass'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-7600036597926204451</id><published>2010-08-31T14:08:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:34:03.957+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work woes'/><title type='text'>The importance of being earnest.</title><summary type='text'>A few thoughts that I have been munching on for the last few days.The first is that happiness is always a moving target. In college all I wanted was a management degree and a jobIn bschool I wanted a more fulfilling lifeIn my first job all I wanted was a boss who did not shout expletives at meIn my second I wanted the luxury of looking at the sky, some time for myself and a job that involved a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7600036597926204451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7600036597926204451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7600036597926204451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7600036597926204451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2010/08/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The importance of being earnest.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-7467327477347221985</id><published>2010-06-10T23:14:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:16:02.871+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The equilibrium</title><summary type='text'>Life is good. Also bad.Always in equilibrium.And so it will pass.A lifetime, just like that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7467327477347221985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7467327477347221985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7467327477347221985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7467327477347221985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2010/06/equilibrium.html' title='The equilibrium'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-7918071423126829163</id><published>2009-07-30T00:48:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:54:10.059+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><summary type='text'>Yeah.I lived.I am sure.I really did.All those unlived, unliving out there.Take a risk, Risk that rotting, decomposing riskless life of yours.take sip of poison with a breath of fresh air.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7918071423126829163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7918071423126829163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7918071423126829163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7918071423126829163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-1453079383536656083</id><published>2009-07-14T00:24:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:29:21.912+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere</title><summary type='text'>is a good place to be.its stinks sometimes. Sometimes its just boring.Mostly its just a little lonely.nowhere is good place to be. If you have someone to give you company.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1453079383536656083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=1453079383536656083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1453079383536656083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1453079383536656083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/07/nowhere.html' title='Nowhere'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-6747162135448975349</id><published>2009-06-14T22:29:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:30:50.095+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>Total Dark Sublime</title><summary type='text'>Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damn,I cannot, now I see them, sayI missed one terribly all day.Were all stars to disappear or die,I should learn to look at an empty skyAnd feel its total dark sublime,Though this might take me a little time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6747162135448975349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=6747162135448975349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6747162135448975349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6747162135448975349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-dark-sublime.html' title='Total Dark Sublime'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3406433075904338461</id><published>2009-06-10T17:21:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:40:56.131+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bigger picture'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><summary type='text'>And So it is...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3406433075904338461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3406433075904338461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3406433075904338461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3406433075904338461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/06/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Wanderer</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/_KJMx0jZjFKE/Si-UkxKvrWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rL86HqM3oLk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463395.post-5605673841598496620</id><published>2009-05-26T16:12:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:24:15.414+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>Buried</title><summary type='text'>The last inhibitionsThe last principlesNow, grovelling is legalSad day for me. Like so many others.Reality is the harshest teacher in the world. First the dreams go, then the ego, then the dignity.What is left now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5605673841598496620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=5605673841598496620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5605673841598496620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5605673841598496620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/buried.html' title='Buried'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-4598671014951698125</id><published>2009-05-23T02:13:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:18:30.473+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>Wanted</title><summary type='text'>A lucky break.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4598671014951698125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=4598671014951698125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4598671014951698125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4598671014951698125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-105930823750260126</id><published>2009-05-20T01:17:00.011+06:30</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:35:01.724+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Speaking</title><summary type='text'>It all started with the need to scream. Aloud.So I took the more civil way out and started this blog. When you scream, you say dumb things, you rant, you rage, you say things you dont mean.Thats how I started.Now, I feel like speaking again. The demons have been quelled. The past though not on talking terms is no more the pariah. We are trying to make amends, me and my past. And getting on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/105930823750260126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=105930823750260126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/105930823750260126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/105930823750260126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/speaking.html' title='Speaking'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-2147817627374713245</id><published>2009-05-16T01:53:00.006+06:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:22:23.968+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bottomless pit'/><title type='text'>Thrift, Thrift, Horatio!</title><summary type='text'>"Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral baked meats  Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.   Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven   Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio." - HamletThe future looks bleak, The present confused.The past lacerating.There are regrets now, risks not needed,Life could have been livedwith a little thrift in dreams.Days could have gone, Just as meaningless.But no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2147817627374713245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=2147817627374713245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2147817627374713245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2147817627374713245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/thrift-thrift-horatio.html' title='Thrift, Thrift, Horatio!'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-4801793913514421952</id><published>2009-05-15T12:04:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:35:28.558+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy</title><summary type='text'>Murphy was such a bastard.He was right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4801793913514421952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=4801793913514421952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4801793913514421952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4801793913514421952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/05/murphy.html' title='Murphy'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-8166746694651573488</id><published>2009-03-26T14:01:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:15:44.306+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>A little less</title><summary type='text'>dreams of the past,nightmares of the future,they ask,master of the present,what have you done?have you smiled,twice more than you should have?made a day,little more beautiful than it was?helped a bit more than was practical?At 28,Do you claim to be unfazed?by greed and by emotion,by yourself chasing illusions,What have you done?A little more than was required?or a little less...this day you were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8166746694651573488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=8166746694651573488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/8166746694651573488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/8166746694651573488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-less.html' title='A little less'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-473848297346163861</id><published>2009-02-09T01:17:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:18:31.689+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a smile'/><title type='text'>Evolution of Love</title><summary type='text'>Circa 2007, FebruaryLP: Hey, I want to ask you something...SC: Sure, go aheadLP(Shyly): Can I listen to telugu songs after we get married.SC:(Laughs for good measure, Frowns, Getting Married!): Of-course, darling(for impact)2009, FebruaryEarly one morning,LP: (Singing Loudly) ^%$%^%&amp;*^&amp;*^&amp;*^ (Telugu song)SC: hush, hoosh, hushLP: (Even Louder) #^^$&amp;^%&amp;^%*^*&amp;^SC: (Frowns, Getting Married! Sighs! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/473848297346163861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=473848297346163861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/473848297346163861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/473848297346163861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2009/02/evolution-of-love.html' title='Evolution of Love'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-2055906425303097204</id><published>2008-12-28T01:55:00.006+06:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:54:18.153+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Into the shining sun</title><summary type='text'>ticking awaycatching upno escapeno getting awayinexorable, the wingsfreedom stingslife goes away and you holdmemories,fading away fastunrelentingbriefs flashesof time the greatest keeperin time we will allfade away fasttoo fastand still we try to to collectto enslave what we cannotHappiness come again,and this time no bindsno boundsno false notionsof things not mineThis time will be differentand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2055906425303097204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=2055906425303097204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2055906425303097204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/2055906425303097204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/into-shining-sun.html' title='Into the shining sun'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3965399350300614229</id><published>2008-11-11T15:10:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:55:09.234+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The Diary of Unemployment</title><summary type='text'>Day 1 to Day 7It is unfamiliarly good to wake up in the morning with the clock not running out of ticks for you to get dressed and make a run to the office. The office run requires you to unhinge your mental faculties and keep them aside so that they do not interfere with your functioning at office. You commit yourself to living from opening bell to lunch and then look forward to EOD.That said. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3965399350300614229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3965399350300614229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3965399350300614229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3965399350300614229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/diary-of-unemployment.html' title='The Diary of Unemployment'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-1289026600992934781</id><published>2008-10-28T01:34:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:02:00.016+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The construction of a catastrophe</title><summary type='text'>The reckless adventure of attempting the im-plausibleThe feeling of being a step closer to your calling in this worldThe madness of self belief in the face of an ever changing probabilityThe rush of blood from an anarchy of ideasThe anticipation of a possibility becoming a realityOn the precipice of disasterthe edge of catastropheis it all worth it?Does it matter?It is in the very nature of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1289026600992934781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=1289026600992934781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1289026600992934781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1289026600992934781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/construction-of-catastrophe.html' title='The construction of a catastrophe'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-5835954178977699852</id><published>2008-10-21T01:01:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:03:51.318+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Certainty</title><summary type='text'>To wait for everything to be clear is to be certain about not taking a decision.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5835954178977699852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=5835954178977699852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5835954178977699852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5835954178977699852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/certainty.html' title='Certainty'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3475210355171941432</id><published>2008-10-05T00:21:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:34:39.803+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Contempt</title><summary type='text'>I have often been accused of having contempt for people(humanity), in general.Sometimes the disdain is so obvious that it makes some of my friends cringe.Well, yes. I do have contempt for people.For one thing, my biggest grouse in life is that we are too afraid of losing things which we do not really care about.And what do we do with things we really care about. For example, people close our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3475210355171941432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3475210355171941432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3475210355171941432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3475210355171941432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/10/contempt.html' title='Contempt'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-1122168838027252390</id><published>2008-09-17T23:55:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:24:16.808+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gyaan'/><title type='text'>Inertia</title><summary type='text'>Whether good or bad, when something rolls, it rolls.To stop anything on a roll, something needs to happen.To look at momentum and just hope it will stop, the odds will even out or things cant get worse/better is stupid.Inertia drives the world.  Someone needs to give it the right direction.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1122168838027252390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=1122168838027252390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1122168838027252390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/1122168838027252390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/inertia.html' title='Inertia'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3752617067092900050</id><published>2008-09-03T01:25:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:40:51.883+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Plans change</title><summary type='text'>Plan AB PlanOne option. To succeed. Baaki sab bakwaas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3752617067092900050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3752617067092900050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3752617067092900050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3752617067092900050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/09/plan-b-plan-one-option.html' title='Plans change'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-8785767143200770256</id><published>2008-08-24T00:30:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:40:36.285+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Plan A</title><summary type='text'>Plan A:Take classes at TIMEWrite a bookLearn tradingRead LotsBe HappyPlan B:Make a Plan B</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8785767143200770256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=8785767143200770256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/8785767143200770256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/8785767143200770256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/plan.html' title='Plan A'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-6684878873708162037</id><published>2008-08-21T00:26:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:40:28.793+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Dumb Downer</title><summary type='text'>I need a lot of time.Time and Space. For myself.I feel claustrophobic with a job.Work needs to need me. Need my imagination, need my creativity, need my intellect.Or I don't need it.I am tired of dumbing down.That is the reason, I like movies and books.Good movies and good books.No dumbing down there.Woodehouse or Wilde don't want you to be dumb.Or they would be jobless.Kiewoloski or Coen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6684878873708162037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=6684878873708162037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6684878873708162037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6684878873708162037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-dumb-downer.html' title='Mr. Dumb Downer'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-6490193497514556764</id><published>2008-08-19T23:15:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:21:32.546+06:30</updated><title type='text'>B for Bschool</title><summary type='text'>B in B school stands for business. Right? It does?And yet it astounds anyone if you tell them that you want to do something on your own after B-School.In my view, we should refer to them as S-Schools.Slavery-Schools.Which seems to be the only takeaway everyone likes to take-away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6490193497514556764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=6490193497514556764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6490193497514556764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/6490193497514556764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-for-bschool.html' title='B for Bschool'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3777604875189631823</id><published>2008-08-13T22:15:00.006+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:43:31.485+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Some Friends</title><summary type='text'>Like all else,Passion needs to be nurtured.An invaluable companion when the life defining moment comes around.I miss this friend of mine in Austria.Everytime; he makes some irksome comments, good conversation and interesting company.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3777604875189631823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3777604875189631823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3777604875189631823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3777604875189631823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-care-of-those-little-treasures.html' title='Some Friends'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-604080479712373820</id><published>2008-08-12T01:04:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:44:30.282+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Project Freedom</title><summary type='text'>If there is a clear path in front of you,A distinct and defined reward system,A timeframe for achievement,A safety net if you fail,Then don't kid yourself. You are employed.An entreprenuer has to live without these things.The advantages he has are independence of thought, a distinct awareness of fallibility or failure lurking around the corner and a hazy vision of the horizon. His horizon is so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/604080479712373820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=604080479712373820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/604080479712373820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/604080479712373820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-freedom.html' title='Project Freedom'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-7937173727422413555</id><published>2008-07-30T14:15:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:51:25.563+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Exceptional</title><summary type='text'>To do something exceptional, is it neccesary to think exceptional?Or is it just being the best at something conventional?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7937173727422413555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7937173727422413555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7937173727422413555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7937173727422413555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/07/exceptional.html' title='Exceptional'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-7691419990057422614</id><published>2008-07-27T01:17:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:22:18.456+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>The way the wind blows</title><summary type='text'>For often I wonder,Why sadness,Why sorrow,why I write poetryon graves and corpses, of feelings trampled uponWhy not sunshine, why not the daffodils, why not the brookcrooked little paths, ephemeral love stories or feelings so delicate.but beauty extracts its price, nature never gives when there is nonethe best photographs, are still from the darkest roomsIf you stare long enough, even shadows are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7691419990057422614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=7691419990057422614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7691419990057422614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/7691419990057422614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/07/way-wind-blows.html' title='The way the wind blows'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-5392674483438503471</id><published>2008-05-25T16:18:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:23:02.791+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>A dust of snow</title><summary type='text'>Dust Of SnowThe way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.Robert Frost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5392674483438503471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=5392674483438503471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5392674483438503471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5392674483438503471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/dust-of-snow.html' title='A dust of snow'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-4862796160011301210</id><published>2008-05-25T16:00:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:18:36.785+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>Inspiration can come from the wierdest and most unlikely of sources.Suddenly I am all gung ho about doing something on my own.My primary comfort for starting on my own is that regardless of what I can and cannot implement, at least I can USE my imagination.So I take my usual approach. Burn the bridges. It will force you to survive.As much for the thrill as for the payoff. I cannot live, cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4862796160011301210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=4862796160011301210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4862796160011301210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4862796160011301210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-3055606591123152959</id><published>2008-05-16T01:14:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:19:33.914+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Certainty</title><summary type='text'>I am quite sure, once again, that I am not a corporate banker.Not that I ever believed I was.At 27 years old, it feels good to strike off another career on your list of "what I cannot do with my life"I am tempted now to risk all and do something outrageous. Only the rent of my house and the EMI of my education loan stops me. How long?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3055606591123152959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=3055606591123152959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3055606591123152959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/3055606591123152959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/certainty.html' title='Certainty'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-5063591627831592108</id><published>2008-05-11T02:21:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:31:46.703+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Being in Bombay</title><summary type='text'>The one thing good about Bombay is the sea.It is not an uncommon thing. Many cities are based by the water.But Bombay is so starved of everything else, that the sea takes on a whole new meaning. It represents a peace and a gentleness that the daily life(?) in Bombay takes away. It is one place an average Mumbaikar can sit without being in a hurry to move on to the next mindless task at hand. One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5063591627831592108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=5063591627831592108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5063591627831592108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/5063591627831592108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-in-bombay.html' title='Being in Bombay'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-4222816730943884831</id><published>2008-05-08T23:40:00.010+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:00:45.429+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work woes'/><title type='text'>Being a banker.</title><summary type='text'>The word banker has quite a twang to it.Makes one feel special like one is a doctor or a skiing proffessional or something. Something cool, something unique. Unfortunately thats not the truth. The only thing which sets bankers apart from rest of the world is that they are a ruthless but necessary evil in life. Very ruthless. Very necessary.Nah! I guess there is more to it. Banking is a profession</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4222816730943884831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=4222816730943884831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4222816730943884831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/4222816730943884831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-banker.html' title='Being a banker.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-655678851964714890</id><published>2008-02-28T03:36:00.005+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:08:10.271+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles of the mind'/><title type='text'>Aha!</title><summary type='text'>It's two thirty at night.Between now and fourteenth of August 2006, life has changed and an age passed by, and how!The funny thing is that I don't have much to say now.Maybe I am on the way to completely accepting everything or completely giving up, depending on the way you look at it.My interests have dwindled.There is less confusion at heart, but also no time to read Gibran and Neruda.There is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/655678851964714890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=655678851964714890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/655678851964714890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/655678851964714890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/02/aha.html' title='Aha!'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-115550966672205885</id><published>2006-08-14T05:23:00.000+06:30</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:58:28.543+06:30</updated><title type='text'>Psuedo Think ends.</title><summary type='text'>"You have to live with yourself before you live with others."http://wanderingpoems.blogspot.com/Just poems....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115550966672205885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=115550966672205885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115550966672205885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115550966672205885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/08/psuedo-think-ends.html' title='Psuedo Think ends.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-115213630559827670</id><published>2006-07-06T04:20:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:52:58.441+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>shesh</title><summary type='text'>Depressed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115213630559827670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=115213630559827670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115213630559827670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115213630559827670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/shesh.html' title='shesh'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-115205438859765763</id><published>2006-07-05T05:31:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:55:08.028+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>terii baateN</title><summary type='text'>terii baateN hii sunaane aayedost bhii dil hii dukhaane aayephuul khilte haiN to ham sochte haiNtere aane ke zamaane aayeaisii kuchh chup sii lagii hai jaiseham tujhe haal sunaane aayedil tootne ke bahaane dhoonte the ham ...shayad iss dard ko samajhne ke liye .....aur kya bataye dil ka haal ...jaane ham kise haal sunaane aaye?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115205438859765763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=115205438859765763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115205438859765763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115205438859765763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/07/terii-baaten.html' title='terii baateN'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-115052964783554030</id><published>2006-06-17T13:55:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:58:06.757+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>And such was life</title><summary type='text'>Sleep at 5-6 amsurf for 5 hours a daywatch footballwork outplay badmintonplay footballeat out (everyday)dont collect material for classesclean up roomwatch moviesgo swimmingtease dharchakfeel sleepy in classesread woody allen (barely)read blogs (and criticize them)listen to musicget late for everythingforget books. cellphones and anything else portable in Bubba's roomlose room keyscoat the back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115052964783554030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=115052964783554030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115052964783554030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115052964783554030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/dummies-guide-to-dummy.html' title='And such was life'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-115030697404005903</id><published>2006-06-14T23:31:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:59:27.189+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>Fairy lands are fearsome too!</title><summary type='text'>'Dedication' Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu: All our dream-worlds may come true. Fairy lands are fearsome too. As I wander far from view Read, and bring me home to you.Salman RushdieSpells out the name of Rushdie's son "Zafar". I think I am, as a rule, biased against authors who derive their fame from sources other than their writing.This one is part of his book "Haroun and the sea of stories. Interesting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/115030697404005903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=115030697404005903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115030697404005903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/115030697404005903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/fairy-lands-are-fearsome-too.html' title='Fairy lands are fearsome too!'/><author><name>Wanderer</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463395.post-114872383537799317</id><published>2006-05-27T16:23:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:01:17.971+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>'Foolish, not Social'</title><summary type='text'>Returning home do you feel you talked too much?Cleverness, do you feel very tired?Do you feel like sitting quiet in the blue cottageBurning incense, after a bath, on return?Do you feel like wearing a human body at lastAfter taking off the demon's dress?Liquid time carries moisture into the room.Do you feel like an ananta-shayana on her floating raft?If you feel like that, come back. Cleverness, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114872383537799317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114872383537799317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114872383537799317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114872383537799317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/foolish-not-social.html' title='&apos;Foolish, not Social&apos;'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114760697688528227</id><published>2006-05-14T17:47:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:07:41.329+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The last post</title><summary type='text'>It is good to have rituals for the death of an emotion or relationship...This one is for mineMy last post on this topic ... it deserves one last thoughtThank you first for all the sweet memoriesfor that day when I stood looking at you and you turned backand smiledfor in that momenteverything faded awaynothing seemed to matterand i realisedhow beautiful a feeling it isto love someoneso muchthat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114760697688528227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114760697688528227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114760697688528227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114760697688528227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-post.html' title='The last post'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22463395.post-114675173895179034</id><published>2006-05-04T20:29:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:09:27.742+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>jenny hunt</title><summary type='text'>This event occurs once every 12 years.It involves groups of about 20-30 tribal women brandishing swords and other deadly weapons, shouting out war cries ...hunting for chickens and goats.In a City !!! like Ranchi.Apparently nobody can stop them not even the cops and they do look pretty slick wearing shades and jeans and shirts.Believe me, the scene is even funnier than it sounds.And the name is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114675173895179034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114675173895179034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114675173895179034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114675173895179034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/05/jenny-hunt.html' title='jenny hunt'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114605941990899150</id><published>2006-04-26T20:16:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:10:42.510+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>My feelings exactly</title><summary type='text'>DilemmaI want to befamousso I can behumbleabout beingfamous.What good is myhumilitywhen I amstuckin thisobscurity?-- David Budbill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114605941990899150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114605941990899150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114605941990899150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114605941990899150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-feelings-exactly.html' title='My feelings exactly'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114588800739287302</id><published>2006-04-24T20:32:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:16:27.170+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a smile'/><title type='text'>Just comb your hair</title><summary type='text'>'Excerpts from a Father's Wisdom'Do not worry about DespairJust combyour hairDespair is a strange diseaseI think it even happens totrees.-- A. K. Ramanujanmight I add that ARKS sir has been insisting on that for a long time now.comb your hair, shave everyday and all that stuff moms talk about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114588800739287302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114588800739287302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114588800739287302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114588800739287302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-comb-your-hair_24.html' title='Just comb your hair'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114563093688927117</id><published>2006-04-21T21:03:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:08:42.370+06:30</updated><title type='text'>gaya</title><summary type='text'>After muzzafarpur 'Gaya' is a shockerI cant believe the attitude of the people out here, esp. the hotel staffbut this is not very uncommon in tourist places where ppl are generally not friendly.its just 2 days and then finally bihar is done withit was one hell of an experienceI really cant figure out my personal life though.Inspite of me being away from everyone and so involved, its so much on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114563093688927117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114563093688927117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114563093688927117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114563093688927117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/gaya.html' title='gaya'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114502555695087231</id><published>2006-04-14T21:02:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:15:02.387+06:30</updated><title type='text'>that gap is the grave ...where the tall return</title><summary type='text'>'O Where Are You Going?'"O where are you going?" said reader to rider,"That valley is fatal when furnaces burn,Yonder's the midden whose odours will madden,That gap is the grave where the tall return.""O do you imagine," said fearer to farer,"That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,Your diligent looking discover the lackingYour footsteps feel from granite to grass?""O what was that bird," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114502555695087231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114502555695087231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114502555695087231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114502555695087231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-gap-is-grave-where-tall-return.html' title='that gap is the grave ...where the tall return'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114457502330041435</id><published>2006-04-09T15:24:00.004+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:32:14.383+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a smile'/><title type='text'>Can we fly?</title><summary type='text'>It has been an interesting 3 days …feels more like 3 months. The project brief that I have been given is more like 3 years work. A similar project was made with dozens of people in a timeframe of one and half years for the state of Jharkhand, my project entails two states, Bihar and Bengal.In a conversation I had with my guide yesterday morning I tried to rationalize his expectations. It was alas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114457502330041435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114457502330041435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114457502330041435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114457502330041435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-we-fly.html' title='Can we fly?'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114055573551327056</id><published>2006-02-22T03:12:00.002+06:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:44:28.802+06:30</updated><title type='text'>A Geography lesson</title><summary type='text'>Rarely do we accept reality recognizing its true import.The easiest way is to colour a bit of reality to our convenience so that our self perception veers towards what we want to be. It is really difficult to accept some of the most common and silliest of our traits.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114055573551327056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114055573551327056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114055573551327056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114055573551327056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/geography-lesson.html' title='A Geography lesson'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114053646567585427</id><published>2006-02-21T21:50:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:17:56.083+06:30</updated><title type='text'>The small boat.</title><summary type='text'>There was an interesting exercise in the ODD class today.We were supposed to draw something which reflected our personality. I think most people end up drawing what they want to be rather than what they are.This is what some of the samples were like:Sham## : Madras Mail, Passengers get on and off at their own discretion. The train just goes about its business.Shr##: Cockroach, because he is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114053646567585427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114053646567585427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114053646567585427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114053646567585427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/small-boat.html' title='The small boat.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114021552779970658</id><published>2006-02-18T04:26:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:37:28.858+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work woes'/><title type='text'>The Screamingly-funny</title><summary type='text'>limericks as i found out the other day are not(as i have mistakenly been led to believe since childhood)just a piece of nonsense verse,they are infact poems where lines 1,2 and 5 rhymeand 3,4 rhyme with each otherthis must be one of the best limericks i have heardi have this inclination towards smalland tightly worded poetryis it a sign of the sedentary life i lead .....that i dont even feel like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114021552779970658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114021552779970658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114021552779970658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114021552779970658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/screamingly-funny.html' title='The Screamingly-funny'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114009867313100261</id><published>2006-02-16T20:28:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:27:57.321+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>And I am happier than you are.</title><summary type='text'>'Salutation'&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt; O generation of the thoroughly smugand thoroughly uncomfortable,I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,I have seen them with untidy families,I have seen their smiles full of teethand heard ungainly laughter.And I am happier than you are,And they were happier than I am;And the fish swim in the lakeand do not even own clothing.Ezra Poundoblique </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114009867313100261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114009867313100261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114009867313100261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114009867313100261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-i-am-happier-than-you-are.html' title='And I am happier than you are.'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-114007334176608109</id><published>2006-02-16T13:19:00.001+06:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:14:37.657+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the dark cellar'/><title type='text'>and the days are not full enough ?</title><summary type='text'>'And the days are not full enough'And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouse           Not shaking the grass.Ezra Poundnext to this poem i also found this quote"A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothingleft to add, but when there is nothing left to take away."Antoine de Saintneed i say more?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/114007334176608109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=114007334176608109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114007334176608109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/114007334176608109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-days-are-not-full-enough.html' title='and the days are not full enough ?'/><author><name>Wanderer</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-22463395.post-113999387081640174</id><published>2006-02-15T14:49:00.003+06:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:29:45.318+06:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a smile'/><title type='text'>behind the name</title><summary type='text'>hmmmmmam i a drunkard ,or to be more precise an alcoholic ?nope .....than why the url .....alwaysgetdrunk !'Get Drunk!'&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt; Always be drunk.That's it!The great imperative!In order not to feelTime's horrid fardelbruise your shoulders,grinding you into the earth,Get drunk and stay that way.On what?On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.But get drunk.And if you sometimes happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/113999387081640174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22463395&amp;postID=113999387081640174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/113999387081640174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22463395/posts/default/113999387081640174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysgetdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/02/stings-and-splints.html' title='behind the name'/><author><name>Wanderer</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>
