<?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-16455725</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A space to express ...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I'll talk about whatever I want to express to the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455725.post-8831062030852166551</id><published>2007-11-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:00:33.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rangiye Diye Jao</title><content type='html'>This is a very fast translation of Tagore's "rangiye diye jao ..." done during a regular bus-ride in Seattle, Nov 9, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me before you leave&lt;br /&gt;    In your own colors&lt;br /&gt;        In your hidden colors&lt;br /&gt;            In the hue of your young smile&lt;br /&gt;                In the shades of your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let these colors touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;    Every action I take&lt;br /&gt;        The tip of the evening lamp&lt;br /&gt;            &amp;amp; the staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave wake me up&lt;br /&gt;    Drumming your footsteps in my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stars rise on dark nights&lt;br /&gt;    How streams flow in rocky caves&lt;br /&gt;        How thunder rumbles in the heart of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;            How rhythm dances at the center of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock me like that&lt;br /&gt;    Advancing me on my path&lt;br /&gt;        Breaking away sorrows &amp;amp; hurdles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-8831062030852166551?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/8831062030852166551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=8831062030852166551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/8831062030852166551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/8831062030852166551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2007/11/rangiye-diye-jao.html' title='Rangiye Diye Jao'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-113090866337257942</id><published>2005-11-01T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:23:37.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friend Zindabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today started with a crappy morning. I decided to catch connecting buses instead of a direct one. The 1st one was 20 min late =&gt; missed the 2nd one &amp; barely got to college in time for the class. + today I had that 2.5 hr class &amp;amp; just 1 hr break between that &amp; the 1st class. So by 3 when I was done with classes &amp;amp; pretty tired, nothing in my schedule had been ticked off. The lethargy won &amp; I stayed back @ office chatting (badly needed a break) &amp;amp; watching "&lt;a href="http://democracynow.org/"&gt;democracy now&lt;/a&gt;". On my way back, I decided to call a friend - a mom, a lady who has gone thru many difficult things in life, some similar to mine, someone I could really connect with. We talked almost randomly for 20+ min. &amp; what a refreshing effect it had on me. That tired me came back &amp;amp; cleaned up a very very messy kitchen &amp; a somewhat untidy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the 1st time. It's amazing how much talking to a "girl" friend helps. &amp;amp; I know that @ those times talking to a guy wouldn't have. Not sure why, but somehow "girl" friends help in a way that men can't. At least most men can't. May be its because any time men hear about a problem they try to solve it. Whereas the person, say me or a woman like me, might just want a listener, some empathy &amp; the freedom (i.e. no advice) to solve the problem herself. Often when men try to solve it they stop empathizing &amp;amp; that's when a woman feels she not being listened to. Or what she is trying to say is not reaching the other. Or that the other person is trying to be superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel women nowadays need empathy &amp; companionship more than anything. &amp;amp; we want to solve our problems ourself. If men can't provide what we need - sorry dude, you are not what we are looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-113090866337257942?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/113090866337257942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=113090866337257942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/113090866337257942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/113090866337257942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/11/girl-friend-zindabad.html' title='Girl Friend Zindabad'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-113047268229211544</id><published>2005-10-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:49:18.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Life has been roller coaster since mid September. &amp; before that I was enjoying solid break of 3-4 weeks with no major to dos in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a jam packed month, today I'm enjoying an evening all by myself. It does feel like I have walked a l-o-n-g way &amp;amp; have reached a destination, or at least a stop near it. There are several reasons to this feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Some pending problems got solved&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Some personal things that were weighing me down have dissipated&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Once more I feel connected (rather strongly I'd say :)) to many things around me&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&amp; no matter what, I feel in charge of life&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was just telling a close friend far far away that right now life is like a charging horse. Its difficult to balance oneself on its back. But I know I won't fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;It has been a l-o-n-g journey to come to this point. &amp; many a times I had felt there is no point. No matter how hard I try, things will become more difficult &amp;amp; more overwhelming. But after travelling so much, after retriving myself so many times - I know I won't loose again, definitely not easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is my day. No work, no tasks, no to do's - for one whole evening - for several hours. A much needed break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-113047268229211544?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/113047268229211544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=113047268229211544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/113047268229211544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/113047268229211544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/10/break.html' title='Break ...'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-112689652444751431</id><published>2005-09-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:33:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anita fwd me the article "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/13/science/13peng.html"&gt;March of the Conservatives: Penguin Film as Political Fodder&lt;/a&gt;". Well well well! I never thought of the political debates that can arise or how this film can be (mis)used for political agenda. But neither am I too surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue 1: Monogamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins stick to one partner for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one season only&lt;/span&gt;! &amp; you call that monogamy?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue 2: Intelligent Design vs Evolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand ID very much &amp; have every reason to believe there was &amp;amp; still is evolution. BTW, I also believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue 3: Abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't compare human society with any animal no matter what. We are far far more complex &amp; have to deal with w-a-y more varied &amp;amp; difficult &amp; complicated situation than any other animal on Earth. If you are interested do try to watch this Sri Lankan film "&lt;a href="http://isaff.tasveer.org/schedule/9_15_700_details.php"&gt;Wind Bird&lt;/a&gt;". &amp;amp; please don't make any "pro-life" or "pro-choice" debate out of it or try to judge what the film preaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issue 4: Global Warming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I'm alarmed by. That is how fast will our urban civilization (as a cancerous growth) completely kill the planet. Yes, it would have been good if the film had something about that. But I kinda understand why the film makers didn't do much about it &amp; just kept to the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I couldn't help finding certain similarities of penguins with indigenous people around the world &amp;amp; differences from the more modernized people. More on that in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-112689652444751431?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/112689652444751431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=112689652444751431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112689652444751431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112689652444751431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-on-penguins.html' title='More on Penguins'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-112608511843201207</id><published>2005-09-07T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:57:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(moving from friendstar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Finally after a lot of planning, double checking with people (since I got ditched once!) etc etc I saw &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/marchofthepenguins/"&gt;March of the Penguins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;. So if you haven't seen it yet, read that rest after watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;In a way this blog is inspired by &lt;a href="http://neptuneblue.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2005/08/do_penguins_bel.html"&gt;Amlan's&lt;/a&gt;. It seems that this very very old ritual is driven by the need to propagate the species. So I don't see how that can facilitate GLTB penguins. But I can be wrong. One thing that's not clear for me is that do the parent go back to the see if the egg breaks during the transfer? If so, then how come there were some male penguins without eggs during the winter storm? &amp; of course I too am curious about adoption in penguin society. What happens to babies if their mom doesn't come back? Once possible solution that comes to my human mind (assuming the broken couples stay back @ the breeding ground):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't the males of the broken couples return to the sea with the females &amp;amp; come back &amp; then adopt any orphaned chick, so that the dad can go to eat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yep, this would lead to "gay" parents &amp; also to higher chances of survival for the chicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Similarly for chicks that loose their dad, who looks after them when the mom goes to eat? The community or any particular mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I understood is that no matter how much a broken egg means, a dead chick means a lot more. A chick talks back, they recognize voices - in a sense its more living than an egg. So a chick dying makes it hard enough for the mom to try to fill the void. But may be loosing a "non-talking" egg not resulting in a chick isn't hard enough for the female to adopt an orphaned chick. Do the dad play any role in trying to find a mom among those who lost their eggs/chicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Also it seems impossible to have twins as penguins! Siblings? Does it even matter? On a very light note: the birth dates for all penguins must be in the same month! Wonder what would have happened if they wanted to celebrate birthdays. May be from their 5th birthday they celebrate it by trying to bring new lives to Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also interesting to see how the chicks take to the ocean all by themselves - learn to feed &amp; protect themselves out there without any training from there parents. Also that leads to another question: Do the children ever end up mating with their parents? &amp;amp; where is the "home" where they stay during the summer? + since the parenting is so specialized how does the chicks learn those tricks before they try to find a mate? How do they learn to rehearse the "transfer"? Is it simply by watching the more experienced couples? Is the compatibility in doing this "transfer dance" any factor in choosing a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say its simply amazing how the team made this movie &amp; that its a must see for everyone especially new parents or would be parents. It was amazing to see how the penguins body is adapted to the weather they endure &amp;amp; the terrain they use to bring life to Earth. &amp; I guess their breeding ground really don't have anything with which they can build a nest. From that perspective they are extremely self-reliant &amp;amp; self-sufficient. They use themselves to beat the cold + eat to stalk up energy &amp; then go without food for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, no one should try to walk a &lt;a href="http://success.shoreline.edu/ssircar/marathon.html"&gt;marathon&lt;/a&gt; with a penguin! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-112608511843201207?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/112608511843201207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=112608511843201207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608511843201207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608511843201207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/09/penguins.html' title='Penguins'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-112608501836518301</id><published>2005-09-07T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:50:03.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Pulao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;(moving from friendstar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 102);"&gt;Well, this is another blog-able incident which had a very positive long term impact on my day-to-day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Saturday I decided to resume cooking after quite a long break. So to start with something simple yet substantial I decided to make khich(u)ri. I was very confident that I had all the ingredients &amp; without double checking started the process. Within few minutes it dawned on me that I don't have "dal". I spent some amount searching all obvious places without any luck. So I banked on my creativity &amp;amp; decided to substitute the pulses with equal amount of rice. Accordingly the cooking time should reduce to 1 whistle (I was using a pressure cooker) - since that's how much it takes for the rice to cook &amp; the veggies (all frozen) take very little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neptuneblue.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Amlan&lt;/a&gt; came for dinner as planned. I gave him a warning that whatever he will eat is experimental! Well, it turned out OK. &amp;amp; so I this is how I got a short cut to cooking my lunch &amp; dinner for the 5 workdays in the shortest possible way &amp;amp; have been surviving on slight variations of that ever since. If you don't get bored, its a pretty healthy &amp; substantial meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;Medium heat. Heat oil (as little as 2 teaspoonful), add cumin seeds, bay leaves, cinnamon sticks, cloves &amp; cardamom (in short garam masala). Fry a little. Add rice - 2 cup for a 3 litter pressure cooker. Add any combination of the following - mushrooms (sliced), chick peas, different types of kidney beans, pinto beans, black beans, lima beans, bell peppers (different colors look good), chopped broccoli (this is my secret - well, no more, I guess - ingredient for most dishes), green beans, peas. You can add other veggies like diced potato or sliced carrot etc. Fry a little. Add cumin &amp;amp; cardamom powder + salt. Stir the whole thing. High heat. Add 4 cups of water &amp; close the lid of the cooker. As soon as the whistle blows, turn off the heat. Now wait for the cooker to cool off so that you can open the lid. Its best to let stay on the stove itself for a while. Ta da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I do is store this pulao in small margarine (or similar) tubs. Typically I fill the tubs as much as possible &amp;amp; one tub suffices for one meal (lunch or dinner). Most of the times I separately fry ground turkey with turmeric, cumin &amp; cardamom powder + salt &amp;amp; spread a layer of this on each tub before closing. This the contents of each tub is almost air tight &amp; stays fresh for at least a week in the refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 102);"&gt;Coming back to the story: On Sunday I found where I had kept the "dal"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-112608501836518301?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/112608501836518301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=112608501836518301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608501836518301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608501836518301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-1st-pulao.html' title='My 1st Pulao'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-112608464301301190</id><published>2005-09-07T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:52:16.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seattle Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;(moving from friendstar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Finally today something happened - &amp; I got a nice story to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was on my way to &lt;a href="http://www.shoreline.edu/"&gt;Shoreline Community College&lt;/a&gt; (SCC) in the afternoon. This was a diff route. Route &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/tops/bus/schedules/s067_0_.html"&gt;67&lt;/a&gt; to Northgate Transit Center (NTC) &amp; then 10 min later board &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/tops/bus/schedules/s0345_0_.html"&gt;345&lt;/a&gt; which would take me to the college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This is the end of the qtr &amp; I was happily finishing the last bit of grading in the bus. It seemed my cell rang. But as I picked it up, it turned out that the lady behind me got a call. Oh well! I got back to grading. While getting down or when I returned my cell to my pocket, I heard a small thud. Did something fall? I didn't see anything &amp;amp; so I collected my bag, the papers, the solution key &amp; with the pen in my mouth, got down from the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I continued grading @ NTC till 345 came. &amp; then as I got up the stair I realized (with a shock) that my bus pass is not in my pocket!! I immediately knew what that "thud" was. But what to do now? As usual I only had few cents in my pocket &amp;amp; the bus driver asked me to pay since I lost my pass. So I turned to my co-passenger &amp; fortunately got a dollar &amp;amp; a quarter from 2 of them. That + the coins added up to $1.48 &amp; (again) fortunately that was good enough for the driver &amp;amp; he gave me a transfer valid till 6:00 - a good 2.5 hours. At least I can get back from college without trying to find an ATM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Immediately I called &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/"&gt;Metro&lt;/a&gt;'s Lost &amp; Found &amp;amp; being on hold for quite sometime (which I utilized by grading some more - thanks to my head set) got to know that they could tell me only after 9:30 tomorrow morning. Well, that meant that even if they found it, I have to get someone u-pass or go to an ATM &amp; then get $1 changes to go &amp;amp; retrieve the pass. I was not ready to take that much trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So after reaching office &amp; posting the grades for one class, I called up Metro. Before I could explain everything fully they send me to Lost &amp;amp; Found (again). So I called again &amp; told them that I want to track that particular bus. So this time they patched me thru rider info &amp;amp; the guy told me the bus would reach NTC @ 5:29. OK, now it was easy for me to track the route of the bus through &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/"&gt;Metro's website&lt;/a&gt;. The online schedule said the bus will be @ NE 75 &amp; Roosevelt @ 5:04 i.e. in U dist around 4:55. I decided to board it @ &lt;a href="http://depts.washington.edu/sauf/hub/"&gt;HUB&lt;/a&gt;. So I took my favorite &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/tops/bus/schedules/s330_0_.html"&gt;330&lt;/a&gt; (direct - SCC to U dist). I was the only passenger &amp;amp; started chatting with the driver. She pointed out that since its Summer &amp; hence less people using the bus I have a good chance of retrieving my pass. We both agreed that if someone got it they might not return it since it means unlimited free rides this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The card was valid till this month. I was supposed to get a new one for Sep 05 - Aug 06. I started thinking: well, if I didn't get it back (ever), would SCC fine me? How much? Would they give me the next one without any trouble? Would I be able to use the Sep 05 - Aug 06 pass for the remaining of this month? &amp; if these don't work out, how will I survive this month? As usual, I have lot of bussing involved in almost every aspects of my life. Fortunately I was focused on finishing my grading &amp;amp; didn't start to panic too much. + some where deep down I hoped that cracked, faded, inconspicuous card wouldn't draw much attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;@ the HUB bus stop my grading continued. Then as I got into the 67 there was a pleasant surprise! No, its wasn't my card. The driver was very familiar. I met him every morning in Fall 2004. But, it wasn't my bus. That was a double one, &amp; this is single! So did the Metro guy gave me wrong info? I consulted the printed schedule &amp;amp; it seemed that I got onto the earlier bus. My target (bus) was supposed to be @ HUB @ 5:04, not @ NE 75 &amp; Roosevelt. Oh well, I might have misread the online schedule. There's still hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The grading was over. So I swung by my studio, dropped off the papers &amp; next qtr books, quickly entered the grades into the spreadsheet &amp;amp; checked emails (old habits die hard - even under time pressure!). Then again off to bus stop. There were several people &amp; they informed that 67 hasn't gone yet. Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then they both came one after the other - &lt;a href="http://transit.metrokc.gov/tops/bus/schedules/s66_0_.html"&gt;66&lt;/a&gt; followed by 67. I got in. No one had turned anything to the driver. I went to where I sat &amp; looked under the seats. Nothing! Hm!! Things were not looking good! I looked under all seats, up &amp;amp; down the bus. Nothing still! I thought if it fell through the gap near the door - i.e. no hope of retrieving it. Or whether I dropped it @ NTC &amp; should get off there to look around. But this bus would reach NTC @ 5:29. I wasn't sure if I'd get a bus back in time. I had no change &amp;amp; the transfer was valid till 6:00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A lady was sleeping where I had sat in the afternoon. As a last attempt, I woke her &amp; she moved aside to let me look. &amp;amp; - YEPPIE!!! There was my dear little pass between the seat &amp; the wall of the bus! Saved @ last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&amp; Metro rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(I had some experience with my cell phone falling out of my pocket into that particular spot. With the cell, I usually feel it immediately since the weight &amp; volume of my pocket change perceptibly. Unfortunately the card is too thin &amp;amp; light to raise such a red flag by its absence. But now with the lesson learned, I will check my pocket for my "travel"-line as well as my "life"-line = cell - t least for few weeks now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-112608464301301190?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/112608464301301190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=112608464301301190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608464301301190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608464301301190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/09/seattle-adventure.html' title='A Seattle Adventure'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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-16455725.post-112608391178729370</id><published>2005-09-07T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:53:49.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"E-Moving"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I like the email notification feature of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;Friendstar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it doesn't let a non-member post comments like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; does. + I think Blogger will give me greater freedom to format the pages. However I'll continue to put the blog links in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://kholajanala.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Friendstar blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; so that some of my friends can continue to get the emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interestingly I forgot that I had a Blogger account for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.saanet.org/sangati/"&gt;Sangati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Thankfully my web id is still unique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now let's see how this new things works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455725-112608391178729370?l=kholajanla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/feeds/112608391178729370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455725&amp;postID=112608391178729370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608391178729370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455725/posts/default/112608391178729370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kholajanla.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-moving.html' title='&quot;E-Moving&quot;'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402968521672958523</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>
