<?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-24548410</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:46.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life down there is just a strange illusion...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-5145019360993392706</id><published>2007-01-20T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:30:39.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c55nS2kWzw4/RbKJ9VRRg6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/45QnX9M7dBU/s1600-h/ash8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c55nS2kWzw4/RbKJ9VRRg6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/45QnX9M7dBU/s320/ash8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022228221246145442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-5145019360993392706?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/5145019360993392706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=5145019360993392706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/5145019360993392706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/5145019360993392706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c55nS2kWzw4/RbKJ9VRRg6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/45QnX9M7dBU/s72-c/ash8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-115928741816538703</id><published>2006-09-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:16:58.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115928741816538703?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115928741816538703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115928741816538703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928741816538703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928741816538703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-have-to-know-answer-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115928729233754379</id><published>2006-09-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:14:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;"For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh."&lt;br /&gt;                         --- Pirates of The Carribean&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115928729233754379?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115928729233754379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115928729233754379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928729233754379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928729233754379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-too-long-ive-been-parched-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115928710701017996</id><published>2006-09-26T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:11:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>..but it was just the beginning..beginning of the end...the end of my existence...the existence for which I struggled all through my life...the life which at last ends defeating all your struggles to preserve it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115928710701017996?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115928710701017996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115928710701017996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928710701017996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115928710701017996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/beginning-of-end.html' title='beginning of the end'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115757695652860165</id><published>2006-09-06T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:09:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cognitive status</title><content type='html'>This pic might explain to some level my  current state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/1600/real%20numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/400/real%20numbers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115757695652860165?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115757695652860165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115757695652860165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757695652860165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757695652860165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/cognitive-status_06.html' title='Cognitive status'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115757401843381471</id><published>2006-09-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:21:08.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the things in the world are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt;. For everything else, use your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115757401843381471?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115757401843381471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115757401843381471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757401843381471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757401843381471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-of-things-in-world-are-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115757395461121642</id><published>2006-09-06T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:19:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115757395461121642?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115757395461121642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115757395461121642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757395461121642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115757395461121642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-underestimate-predictability-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115378834548756266</id><published>2006-07-24T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:45:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna</title><content type='html'>Just watched its trailer, and looked like two Chalte Chalte  muddled up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115378834548756266?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115378834548756266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115378834548756266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115378834548756266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115378834548756266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/07/kabhi-alvida-na-kehna.html' title='Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115257995245045526</id><published>2006-07-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:05:52.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May be God's hatred is better then his indifference!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115257995245045526?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115257995245045526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115257995245045526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115257995245045526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115257995245045526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/07/may-be-gods-hatred-is-better-then-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-115163729154174547</id><published>2006-06-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:14:51.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Johnny Joke</title><content type='html'>Dialogues from a standard 3 class room (between two students Tom the smart and Johnny the genius &amp; the teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Teacher, teacher; is the bus is male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Hmm… (Thinks…)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: It’s female&lt;br /&gt;Tom: But y Johnny?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: B-coz everybody enters in it.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher is in trouble while Tom in doubt hearing this answer.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: If bus is female and everybody enters in then y bus do not get pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: B-coz all enters from back door.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher is now in deep trouble while Tom becomes more curious.&lt;br /&gt;Tom insists: But driver and the checker enter from front door?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: You didn’t notice ever!! They wear hat before entering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115163729154174547?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115163729154174547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115163729154174547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115163729154174547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115163729154174547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-johnny-joke.html' title='Little Johnny Joke'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115119349186111031</id><published>2006-06-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:56:15.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you could be God's worst enemy, or nothing, what would you choose??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115119349186111031?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115119349186111031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115119349186111031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115119349186111031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115119349186111031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-could-be-gods-worst-enemy-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-115102468297339245</id><published>2006-06-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:04:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is worse? Hell or nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115102468297339245?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115102468297339245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115102468297339245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115102468297339245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115102468297339245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-worse-hell-or-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-115005444049261867</id><published>2006-06-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:39:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of reservation!!!</title><content type='html'>Like many other things (e.g. soccer), this seems to be a season for reservation too. Everybody who can, seems to be demanding for the reservation directly or indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a study report was released that the Indian media is governed by "high-class" people, with only 7%  people from other castes at higher posts. Seems that they have made a good point indirectly, that just like education media business should also have reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, students from Pakistan occupied Kashmir demanded for reseravation in IITs and IIMs, claiming that they do have right to study in these institutes as India always project PoK Kashmir as its part. Indeed a valid demand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest I came across - &lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1718074,001302220000.htm"&gt;Muslims are demanding quota in jobs and politics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess they forgot to ask for a quota in the education too.  In fact I'd say there should also be a quota for other minorities too like Christians, and Sikhs and why should only SC/ST/OBCs entertain their constituionaly rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that would only define India as truly secular and republic country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-115005444049261867?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/115005444049261867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=115005444049261867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115005444049261867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/115005444049261867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/season-of-reservation.html' title='Season of reservation!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114964536308116465</id><published>2006-06-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:56:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice joke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A guy goes to the doctor and says, “I got this sex problem, doc”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Well”, says the quack, “Tell me about your average day”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Well, it all starts in the middle of the night. My wife always wakes me up about 3:00 am for a nookie and then again about 5 o’clock so we can spend a couple of hours making love before I go to work.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh I see”, said the doc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No, hang on”, said the man,”…you see, when I get on the train to work I meet this girl every day and we get a compartment to ourselves and have sex all the way there.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh….now I see”, said the quack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No you don’t”, said our hero. “When I get to work my secretary really fancies me and I have to give her one in the storeroom”. “Oh….now I see”, said the quack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No no no”, he said. “When I go to lunch I meet this dinner lady I’m very fond of and we nip out the back for a quickie”. “Now I understand”, said the patient doctor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No, hang on”, said the bloke. “When I get back to work in the afternoon my boss, a very demanding lady I might add, has to have me or she says she’ll give me the sack.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Ahh….”, said the doctor, “now I see..”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No, there’s more”, said our man, “when I get home my wife is so pleased to see me she gives me a blow job before dinner and then we have sex after dinner.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“What’s your problem?”, asked the doc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Well…”, said our hero, “it hurts when I wank.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114964536308116465?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114964536308116465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114964536308116465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114964536308116465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114964536308116465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/nice-joke.html' title='Nice joke!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114964527389021520</id><published>2006-06-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:54:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;A woman was having a daytime affair while her husband was at work. One wet and rainy day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband’s’ car pull into the driveway. She looked out the window and yelled to her lover. “Quick jump out the window”. My husband’s home early!!  &lt;p&gt;“I can’t jump out the window!” came the strangled reply from beneath the sheets “It’s raining out there!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“If my husband catches us in here, he’ll kill us both!” she replied. He’s got a very quick temper and a very large gun. The rain is the least of your problems!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window! As he began running down the street in the pouring rain, he quickly discovered he had run right into the middle of the town’s annual Marathon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So he started running alongside the others, about 300 of them. Being naked,with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to blend in as best he could. After a little while, a small group of runners, which had been studying him with some curiosity, jogged closer?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Do you always run in the nude?” one asked.”Oh yes!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He replied, gasping in air. “It feels so wonderfully free.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another runner moved alongside. “Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh, yes” our friend answered breathlessly. “That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and queried. “Do you always wear a condom when you run?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Nope.” said our friend “Just when it’s raining.” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114964527389021520?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114964527389021520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114964527389021520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114964527389021520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114964527389021520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114937567389955759</id><published>2006-06-03T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:01:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Politics, a mockery on its face!!!</title><content type='html'>The condition of Indian politics is deteriorating everyday, and nobody can think of any way for rescue. Here are just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since  Aamir Khan spoke against the  Gujarat govt., his movie was banned in Gujarart, and it's being attributed to the movie distributors. Why the hell would they like to bear heavy losses for some statements against somebody else. Govt. says it'll try to get the movie released in Guj, but then couldn't get it released; is it actually possible? On the other hand the opposition party members who initially were speaking againg Aamir, soon joined the media to critcise the govt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The movie Da Vinci code which is being shown all over the US and most other countries, where Christianity is the major population, is being banned in seven states in India, because of minority voices. So what effect the major (and really substantial population) could not create anywhere else in the world(or were they more judicious to understand the matter?), was actually created in India by handfull of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BJP demanding to drop the bill on Office of Profit, after the president returned it back. How can a political party change its stance, which was present at the time of passing the bill in the parliament in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The tragedy of Rahul Mahajan - the party is totally confused how to react it. While some leaders are trying to defend, the official spokesperson states it as simply a family problem, while a few weeks ago the problem of the same family was being termed as national loss. This is called damage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The role of left parties in the govt. To me it seems they speak more often against the govt policies then the opposition itself. Probably they find this as their moral duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And above all, the current reservation issue. I won't go into the details except pointing out the fact that, the political parties who could't agree even on the most sensible issues, all happen to have same views on reservation, though they tend to change the wordings to prove their uniqueness. The thing is no party can be bold enough to risk loosing the vote banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The derision becomes even more obvious if one goes through any of the interviews where the reporters actually tend to ask some serious questions rather then just getting out some news to print. The answers of these ministers seem to be more dumb then what possibly any one else can ever imagine. Few examples on the IBN show Devil's Advocate are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/decision-on-quota-is-final-arjun/11063-4.html"&gt;Arjun Singh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/i-know-people-trust-me-for-being-bihars-last-hope/11675-4.html"&gt;Nitish Kumar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/devils-advocate-kamal-nath/10443-4.html"&gt;Kamal Nath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blatantly they deny any fact. They don't go by the statistics, they don't understand major public opinion, they don't care for the views of the scholars, what they do follow is the politics of vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the condition of politics which party would one like to select? Whom can you say is less corrupt, or more socially motivated then others??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114937567389955759?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114937567389955759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114937567389955759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114937567389955759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114937567389955759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/indian-politics-mockery-on-its-face.html' title='Indian Politics, a mockery on its face!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114919024844250814</id><published>2006-06-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:30:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tragedy in my ‘Life’</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently I was assigned teaching assistant of the course “Machine Design”, which finally put the last touches on my being a “Phadda”. Now my agony is that the workload in that course &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will be much more than I’ve ever taken in my life for &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;my courses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, even in an entire semester. I don’t know how many grades I’d have improved if I’d have ever been serious like what’s being demanded from me now. And the satire is supplemented by the fact that my personal grade in that course was among my lowest. And to add to my misery I’ll have to attend the lectures too which will be at…guess….&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;7:30 AM daily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. God!!! I haven’t ever attended any class at that time in my entire life. Still at last I’ll say &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;poor students&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114919024844250814?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114919024844250814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114919024844250814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114919024844250814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114919024844250814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-tragedy-in-my-life.html' title='Another tragedy in my ‘Life’'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-114636233913213398</id><published>2006-04-29T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:58:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Honest with Wives!!!</title><content type='html'>A lady tells her husband to go to the store to buy some cigarettes. He walks down to the store only to find it closed. So he goes into a nearby bar to use the vending machine. At the bar he sees a beautiful woman and starts talking to her. They have a couple of beers and one thing leads to another and they end up in her apartment. After they've had their fun, he realizes its 3AM and says, "Oh no, its so late, my wife's going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Have you got any talcum powder?" She gives him some talcum powder, which he precedes to rub on his hands and then he goes home.&lt;br /&gt;His wife is waiting for him in the doorway and she is pretty angry. Where the hell have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, honey, it's like this. I went to the store like you asked, but they were closed. So I went to the bar to use the vending machine. I saw this great looking girl There and we had a few drinks and one thing led to another and I ended up in Bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? Let me see your hands!" She sees his hands are covered with powder and says..."You God damn liar!!! You were playing pool again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Always tell your wife the truth. She won't believe you anyway. At least your conscience is clear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114636233913213398?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114636233913213398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114636233913213398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114636233913213398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114636233913213398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-honest-with-wives.html' title='Be Honest with Wives!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24548410.post-114616581006743378</id><published>2006-04-27T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:23:30.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr88 thought!!!</title><content type='html'>"There is never any deadline in the world which can't be overcome. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need guts to face the consequences and be strong enough to make your way. Butthen if you can be so diligent then what does it take to be on time??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114616581006743378?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114616581006743378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114616581006743378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114616581006743378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114616581006743378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/gr88-thought_27.html' title='Gr88 thought!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114591377729942553</id><published>2006-04-24T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:24:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aishwarya Rai injured during shooting</title><content type='html'>Is it really such a big deal, that it's been on the news (on the net, I don't have any idea about the newspapers now) for the past couple of days. I generally tend to avoid such news, but to estimate the seriousness of the situation I went through of the news articles which said:&lt;br /&gt;"Aishwarya was riding a cycle, which crashed into a signpost on the roadside and she got hurt."&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, that are there still so delicate people in this world which can get hurt by sleeping on a bed with a hair underneath, or is it this fucking media which always hypes all the shitty things while ignoring the matters that actually concern us!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114591377729942553?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114591377729942553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114591377729942553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114591377729942553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114591377729942553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/aishwarya-rai-injured-during-shooting.html' title='Aishwarya Rai injured during shooting'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114523653776898532</id><published>2006-04-16T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:41:47.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junoon(i) at Purdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/1600/CIMG1585.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/320/CIMG1585.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman Ahmed, the lead guitarist of Junoon band came to perform at Purdue yesterday. The Pakistani rock band concert was organised by Indian students association at Purdue (probably coz there is no 'Pakistan student association'). As expected the show started according to IST. In fact I heard an American girl sitting behind me asking another guy what’s IST?? The show started with the song "Damadam Mast Calandar" (excuse me for not remembering the correct name), and the lots of people started dancing at the beats. Since the band was a Pakistani band so it had that hint of sufi music, and also some heavy metal. But soon after a couple of songs, it became a bit boring for me, and in fact most of the Indian guys, though Paki guys were still tapping and dancing (may be for the sheer fun of music). At that time I recalled the performance of Strings at IIT, though this one wasn't as bad, neither was there any anti-cheering. After some time he started telling the story about his first concert at India - 'how there were so many people collected at his home all with autograph books, which actually was to take autographs of Juhi, Salman and Aish, and when he actually reached Bombay, Juhi and Salman asked for  his autograph.' And I was like what the fuck man!!! so long a story for one song. But when he started singing, the immediate response was that the story was worth it, coz the song then was "Sayonee". And there was the peak of the show. That melodious song made me dance standing at my seat, though very soon realising that I was the only one dancing at my seat (others dancing were at the front). After few more songs the program ended, and I was like OK!!! it wasn't too bad, and so was the response of most of my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/1600/CIMG1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/320/CIMG1568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next thing is I've heard that Akshay Kumar might be there next week, Though not quite sure, but looking for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114523653776898532?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114523653776898532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114523653776898532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114523653776898532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114523653776898532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/junooni-at-purdue.html' title='Junoon(i) at Purdue'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114468016533439914</id><published>2006-04-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:42:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to work!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/320/ShowLetter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114468016533439914?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114468016533439914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114468016533439914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114468016533439914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114468016533439914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/dedication-to-work.html' title='Dedication to work!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114451906359386130</id><published>2006-04-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:57:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone trivia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Do you know why girls don’t keep thier mobiles in shirt pocket?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;B’coz can’t get signals near hills &amp; mountains&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.Do you know why boys keep thier mobiles in pant pockets?&lt;/p&gt;  B’coz signals are high near the tower….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114451906359386130?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114451906359386130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114451906359386130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114451906359386130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114451906359386130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/cell-phone-trivia.html' title='Cell Phone trivia!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114445515780452292</id><published>2006-04-07T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:26:25.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Demise of Indian Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read the news that in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, every educational institution, government has raised the quota from current 27% to 49.5%. Clearly as one can figure out, its all about politics. Even the opposition parties, which in general are so vehement about any government policy, are also avoiding any antagonism, in fear of losing its "vote-bank".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody so involved in politics that the only thing they can think of is votes?? Has morality totally lost in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?? Is that the reason most of the people hate politics and those who are in there, really enjoy it?? Is it just human nature or there is something wrong with the political system of this country??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times they call for equality and then these politicians are themselves trying to divide the people based on the caste system. How good is a person who gets into these educational institutes just based on the quota system, and then keeps on failing, just because he's not prepared to face that level of  education. Remember it's not only about getting a chance but also successfully utilizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted that being in politics you've to take care of your "vote-bank", but does that influences these politicians so much that coming in power the next time becomes the only motive of working in the present tenure. And it doesn't seem to be the problem of one person or party, or even one particular country; this is so widespread, omnipresent that we can't even think of one pure-hearted person, working for the welfare of people. Well, if there are such generous people at all, they are so much left behind in the race, that they hardly ever get any chance of serving the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mockery in the numbers is that the reservation is kept at 49.5%. Why not 50% or 51%. Is it just to show that the "common" or first class people still have the priority if they deserve it?? Why not divide everything based on castes, like 10% to Brahmins, 10% to SCs, 10% to politicians’ contacts....blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we moving towards our downfall, or is it just another blemish to be added, leading to a path where we'll have to witness many more milestones like that, before we finally wake up or get into some irrecoverable blight?? Is this politics for our good or to annihilate us?? &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is always proud to be the largest democracy in the world, but is this thing worth to be proud of, considering that the democracy has become a mere tool of making fool of everybody to satisfy one's ends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help the politicians, and God help this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;" 100 mein se 90 be-imaan, fir bhi mera bharat mahaan!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114445515780452292?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114445515780452292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114445515780452292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114445515780452292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114445515780452292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/demise-of-indian-politics.html' title='The Demise of Indian Politics'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114418090087269820</id><published>2006-04-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:01:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thought</title><content type='html'>How complex is human brain, which starts working right from the birth, and never stops untill you sit down taking an exam!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114418090087269820?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114418090087269820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114418090087269820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114418090087269820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114418090087269820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/04/deep-thought.html' title='Deep thought'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114359938387375266</id><published>2006-03-28T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:29:43.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Trivia</title><content type='html'>(i) HW (&amp;amp; tests) in a course are a process of solving problems we never expected.&lt;br /&gt;(ii) Some students have insomnia so bad, they can’t even sleep in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114359938387375266?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114359938387375266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114359938387375266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114359938387375266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114359938387375266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-trivia.html' title='Some Trivia'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114350549792646829</id><published>2006-03-27T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:26:31.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Explanation of Eigen Values.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/1600/Eigen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1475/2546/320/Eigen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this shear transformation of the Mona Lisa the picture was deformed in such a way that its central vertical axis was not modified. (Note: The corners have been cropped on the right hand picture.) The blue vector, from her chest to her shoulder, has changed direction, but the red one, from her chest to her chin, is unchanged. The red vector is thus an &lt;b&gt;eigenvector&lt;/b&gt; of the transformation and the blue vector is not. Since the red vector was neither stretched nor compressed, its &lt;b&gt;eigenvalue&lt;/b&gt; is 1. All vectors along the same vertical line are also eigenvectors, with the same eigenvalue. They form the &lt;b&gt;eigenspace&lt;/b&gt; for this eigenvalue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114350549792646829?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114350549792646829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114350549792646829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114350549792646829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114350549792646829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/nice-explanation-of-eigen-values.html' title='A Nice Explanation of Eigen Values.'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114325414096488375</id><published>2006-03-24T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:35:40.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 ways to say your fly is open!</title><content type='html'>20) The cucumber has left the salad.&lt;br /&gt; 19) I can see the gun of Navarone.&lt;br /&gt; 18) Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.&lt;br /&gt; 17) You’ve got Windows in your laptop.&lt;br /&gt; 16) Sailor Ned’s trying to take a little shore leave.&lt;br /&gt; 15) Your soldier ain’t so unknown now.&lt;br /&gt; 14) Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bell.&lt;br /&gt; 13) Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson…&lt;br /&gt; 12) You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.&lt;br /&gt; 11)Your pod bay door is open, Hal.&lt;br /&gt; 10) Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!&lt;br /&gt; 9) Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.&lt;br /&gt; 8) Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!&lt;br /&gt; 7) The Buick is not all the way in the garage.&lt;br /&gt; 6) Dr. Kimble has escaped!&lt;br /&gt; 5) You’ve got your fly set for “Monica” instead of “Hillary.”&lt;br /&gt; 4) Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction…&lt;br /&gt; 3) You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.&lt;br /&gt; 2) I’m talking about Shaft, can you dig it?&lt;br /&gt; 1) I thought you were crazy; now I see your nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114325414096488375?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114325414096488375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114325414096488375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114325414096488375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114325414096488375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/20-ways-to-say-your-fly-is-open.html' title='20 ways to say your fly is open!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114325320716368541</id><published>2006-03-24T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:20:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of kiss and a slap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bush, Manmohan, Aishwarya rai and Sonia are traveling in a train. The train goes through a tunnel and it gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a kissing sound and then a slap! The train comes out of the tunnel. The women and Manmohan are sitting there looking perplexed. Bush is bent over holding his face, which is red from an apparent slap. All of them remain diplomatic and nobody says anything.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Americans are all crazy after Aishwarya. Bush must have tried to kiss her in the tunnel. Very proper that she slapped him.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aishwarya is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush must have tried to kiss me but kissed Sonia instead and got slapped.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bush is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Manmohan must have tried to kiss Aishwarya. She might have thought it was me and slapped me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manmohan is thinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this train goes through another tunnel I will make another kissing sound and slap Bush again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114325320716368541?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114325320716368541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114325320716368541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114325320716368541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114325320716368541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/case-of-kiss-and-slap.html' title='A case of kiss and a slap'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114321541880945609</id><published>2006-03-24T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:50:18.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi kat rahi hai !!!</title><content type='html'>It is one of those phrases which you can easily hear from  guys these days. "Zindagi kat rahi hai..."how hopeless your life should have been...the reason might be no bandiyaa, or compulsion of regular attendance, or loads of work, or a sucking boss...whatever the reason you might attribute for  your attitude, sometimes from the tone and out of blues appearance of this phrase, life doesn''t seem to be providing as much pleasure as you deserve, and it seems that suicide might be the only possible way to free yourself from this world or as a matter of fact this world from you!!! But then suddenly it strikes that this  "suicide attempt" may be termed as coward, and then again you'll have to listen a lot to this asshole society. After all the probability of successfully commiting a suicide also depends on how seriously you try that, and after passing four years at one of those elite institutions that also seems to be burdensome, to try out with full vigour. So is that the effect of the hostel. Or is it just another human tendency!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114321541880945609?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114321541880945609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114321541880945609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114321541880945609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114321541880945609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/zindagi-kat-rahi-hai.html' title='Zindagi kat rahi hai !!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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-24548410.post-114304680285231634</id><published>2006-03-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:21:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I'm blogging too!!!</title><content type='html'>I always wonder how do we define what should actually be followed and what's it that we call joining the herd. People always try to follow what others have been doing, no matter how they personally feel about it. We've even defined our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ideals&lt;/span&gt; for that reason. Is this the human nature or has it been imposed on us by the society, or as a matter of fact, what we consider cool (or whatever its considered "nice"). Our choices are largely governed by what we see around us, and its hardly ever the case that we try to do something totally different. And those who do are termed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nerds&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;.  Even if something off the shelf is observed and if we find that cool, we start copying it, no matter if its really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; or it actually is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. Quite confusing, at least to me. Maybe thats the reason I've started blogging finally, or I actually liked this concept, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; I too am trying to follow whats everybody else is going after. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. System Crashed @!#$!@#$ Brain fuse blown out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24548410-114304680285231634?l=quxotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/feeds/114304680285231634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24548410&amp;postID=114304680285231634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114304680285231634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24548410/posts/default/114304680285231634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quxotic.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-im-blogging-too.html' title='Finally I&apos;m blogging too!!!'/><author><name>Varun Agrawal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13317428193865788786</uri><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>
