<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753</id><updated>2009-02-20T16:27:48.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day a new start</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of........well it could as well be you. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-112813470036310303</id><published>2005-09-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:45:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pursuits &amp; RetreatsPersonal FileCaring for Your IntrovertThe habits and needs of a little-understood groupby Jonathan Rauch.....o you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/112813470036310303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/112813470036310303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112813470036310303' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106781811003454449</id><published>2003-11-02T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T16:11:56.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The love of my life. The twinkle on your fingerAmerican consumerism knows no bounds. I am cheap I admit it. Something to do with my immigrant mentality (or as someone in the USA would say depression mentality). If you have seen poverty face-on in its very gory details, as someone growing up in India is very likely to ave done, it is very easy to lose your appetite for consumerism or more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106781811003454449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106781811003454449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106781811003454449' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106662878587272795</id><published>2003-10-19T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T22:47:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beatification of Mother TeresaI cannot possibly write anything that wouldnt be too small in Mother Teresa's honor. She has been praised and applauded by countless people already and my prayers are just one in a crescendo of many.Some people have questioned if she really performed miracles and whether then does she really deserve to be a saint. She likely did not perform any miracles but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106662878587272795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106662878587272795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662878587272795' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106601357282261877</id><published>2003-10-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T11:47:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/6The next day we got up as usual and SM and BD were already on their way out. They wanted to cover as much distance as they could before we caught up with them. The idea being that we would all finish at the same time.I forgot to mention that by this time I had sores on all the ten toes and a Mother of All Sores (MOAS) on the left heel of my right foot. I had taped them all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106601357282261877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106601357282261877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106601357282261877' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106470373580787920</id><published>2003-09-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T16:08:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/5The next day was god sent. There was  nice bright sunshine in the morning. That thing people say about the beauty after the storm - that is so real. You are so relieved the storm passed that you find everything else pretty. A nice morning with great sunshine is so under-rated by us. We quickly broke camp and got everything out to dry in the sun. BD termed it "explosion of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106470373580787920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106470373580787920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106470373580787920' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106463827694465948</id><published>2003-09-26T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:55:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/4 The next day we were very loath to leave the amazing camp site. If I ever get married and if my wife happens to be a hiker, I wouldnt mind going to some such camp site and spending my honeymoon there. This was really a very nice area.Today was the day that I was going to join the others in climbing a peak. We had decided to summit Mt Spencer. This was a 12.4 K ft mountain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106463827694465948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106463827694465948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463827694465948' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106419714755177484</id><published>2003-09-21T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:01:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/3Day 3 of backpacking started early. SM decided that she was being too slow and wanted to leave early (there it has begun already). Well she did - so that she could get a head start on the rest of us ! However seeing her leave, everybody else left early too and I was left all alone drying my clothes that I had washed the previous night.  So much for her head start !! Its a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106419714755177484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106419714755177484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419714755177484' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106386363015895397</id><published>2003-09-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:46:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/2 Day2 was awesome ! Almost always throughout this trip we camped between two ridges in a canyon or in a valley. What this meant  was that direct sun was pretty late to come to us. However being the road warriors that we were, we were ready to go on even before the sun hit us. Dark clouds were moving in from all directions (no ! I am not being overly dramatic; for some strange</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106386363015895397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106386363015895397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386363015895397' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106359667643046144</id><published>2003-09-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T20:39:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Sep/1I was woken up at the ungodly hour of sun-break by SM in my tent. She wanted to leave before any park ranger came and gave us a ticket for sleeping illegaly on federal forest grounds. SM was almost certain that we were legal, but either she gets kicks waking everybody up early in the morning (as I have known in the past and would soon get to know more in the near future that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106359667643046144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106359667643046144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359667643046144' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106334473773468591</id><published>2003-09-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:41:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backpacking - Aug/29I had not yet done all my shopping. Some people are procrastinators, some people are avid planners and I am a hybrid of the two. I tend to plan everything that I will do at the last minute. A basic tenet of work ethic is that "Work grows to occupy the time allotted to it." Two ways to get around this are to allocate smaller time to each task or to let the task grow into the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106334473773468591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106334473773468591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334473773468591' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106307450036255516</id><published>2003-09-08T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T10:04:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 day backpacking trip Aug/29- Sep/7Yeah I am back and I survived. So I am goign to write down my thoughts about this trip before I forget them too soon.If you have never been on a 9 day backpacking trip, you dont know what you are missing and its just as good becuase you are not mising anything except a lot of grief. I seriously cannot imagine why people go on such long trips. I met a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106307450036255516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106307450036255516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106307450036255516' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106073759720471753</id><published>2003-08-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:14:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shakespeare in the parkshakespeare in the park is a cheap, unconventional and boring entertainment. Recently I had the opportunity to view the playing of "love's labour lost" at a cupertino park. Despite viewing the play with an open mind, I was disappointed with its entertainment value.The set of the play was indeed nicely done and the cast probably poured their hearts out into practicing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106073759720471753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106073759720471753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073759720471753' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649753.post-106066687716898801</id><published>2003-08-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T22:37:16.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OPEN MINDEDNESSI live in the bay area. And Bay area, as anybody who reads the newspapers knows, is liberal to the point of having its own unique culture. I have considered myself open minded if not an extreme liberal. However lately I have been questioning my open mindedness and those of many others in the bay area. Personally I have been open minded to various experiences and various cultures,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106066687716898801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649753/posts/default/106066687716898801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarpotd.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106066687716898801' title=''/><author><name>nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18154495801915289422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10023195527873781213'/></author></entry></feed>