<?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-2645511984478879324</id><updated>2011-10-06T06:03:10.330-07:00</updated><category term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><category term='Bollywood Bytes'/><category term='Confessions of a fat diary'/><title type='text'>Item Number</title><subtitle type='html'>vive,ama,el dolor…repetición</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6789359469206928203</id><published>2011-07-13T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:01:15.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><summary type='text'>It’s pathetic that Bombay doesn’t go a year with losing its spirit to mujahedeen or LeT cowardice. It’s pathetic that there are such grave natural catastrophes but the one’s that you need to fear most is stepping out to buy vegetables or trying to get home from work!It’s pathetic that THEY need to celebrate anniversaries, happy 7/11.It’s pathetic that news correspondents, after covering facts for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6789359469206928203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6789359469206928203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6789359469206928203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6789359469206928203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/07/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-4176109406461307819</id><published>2011-07-06T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:59:14.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Pencher kiya Bosedk</title><summary type='text'> “Belonging to the same genre as The Hangover and Lock, Stock &amp; Two Smoking Barrels, Delhi Belly is the ultimate culture shock for Indian audiences. It is a raucous, boisterous, potty-mouthed caper featuring the antics of three hapless young men”I do not necessarily agree. Delhi Belly is a new age film but I wouldn’t go as far as categorizing it as a cult in its genre. Before we get onto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/4176109406461307819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=4176109406461307819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4176109406461307819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4176109406461307819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/07/pencher-kiya-bosedk.html' title='Pencher kiya Bosedk'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyPBseNQQwg/ThQuD3uEAnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Ube293qfuGA/s72-c/220px-Delhi_belly_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8614506196516589670</id><published>2011-05-21T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:22:25.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Planning the Unplanned</title><summary type='text'>I’m  a preacher of planning. It’s different, that most times things don’t go as planned,  but for the times they do,  I can proudly say ‘I knew it’. I live for those special moments. There are times when I’ve been completely satisfied with the turn of events. And yes, sometimes they have been unplanned. “So why not just let it be?” friends ask. I’m a creature of habit. And plus, I think planning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8614506196516589670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8614506196516589670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8614506196516589670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8614506196516589670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/05/planning-unplanned.html' title='Planning the Unplanned'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-152672448747229443</id><published>2011-05-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:35:52.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>I Am</title><summary type='text'>I AM, is one movie I can confidently claim was not made for a cozy Friday night at the theatres. This film and its subjects are purely what Onir, the director believed in and wanted to share. It appears to be somewhat of a private gathering for himself, the cast and a select few audience. I AM is a fusion of four stories, of individuals in modern day society who feel defined at some point by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/152672448747229443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=152672448747229443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/152672448747229443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/152672448747229443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am.html' title='I Am'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_gJBu0CXwE/Tct18adldLI/AAAAAAAAAp8/nfNM7NZ_qHc/s72-c/1%2Bam%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-9170230460662511347</id><published>2011-04-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:49:02.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Dum Maro Dum</title><summary type='text'>Rohan Sippy’s Dum Maro Dum was surprisingly palatable. What I initially thought would be an endless wait for Deepika Padukone,  turned out quite the opposite. It is also a good strategy to not give up your ace in the first 20 mins (I hope Farah Tees Maarkhan has noted)The film is set in Goa, a paradise where alcohol comes cheap, women come cheaper and life, it’s almost free. Today the city is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/9170230460662511347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=9170230460662511347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/9170230460662511347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/9170230460662511347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/04/rohan-sippys-dum-maro-dum-was.html' title='Dum Maro Dum'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvEQtyqf7WY/TbJ0XiEXwrI/AAAAAAAAAps/3DPZnhhkH-I/s72-c/dmd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1587417727816306069</id><published>2011-04-12T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T03:15:12.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Mirch</title><summary type='text'>I absolutely adored this film. One I’ve seen after ages (actually cant think of any other) that truly celebrates a woman. Without glorifying the cotton saree, the gas chulha, tears in her eyes, or a proud husband supporting her, this one reminds us of all that a woman can be.Arunodoy Singh is a struggling writer. In the absence of star power, he has no takers for his film as producers believe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1587417727816306069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1587417727816306069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1587417727816306069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1587417727816306069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-absolutely-adored-this-film.html' title='Mirch'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETBROWEY9oc/TaQhqd5pcNI/AAAAAAAAApc/naBOBG9MsFE/s72-c/mirch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1788543242075596743</id><published>2011-04-11T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:31:25.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You,Anees Bazmee latest offering stars Akshay kumar, Irfan Khan, Bobby Deol, Rimmi Sen, Sonam Kapoor &amp; Celina Jaitely. I’m particularly glad that this film has shaped up well for the sake of two names  Mr. Bazmee and AK Kumar himself, their last hit, and coincidently together, was Singh Is King. Wars have been fought and a World Cup has been won since then. It’s about time Friday shines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1788543242075596743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1788543242075596743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1788543242075596743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1788543242075596743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-youanees-bazmee-latest-offering.html' title=''/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6yypxBVg9us/TaM4caR5aUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/sdK8WJDbfZw/s72-c/thank%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3323331939231352307</id><published>2011-01-07T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:51:46.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>No One Killed Jessica</title><summary type='text'>A year back when I first watched Udaan, I loved the screenplay. Each dialogue or the lack of it was beautifully scripted. A rare film, were silence had been intelligently and judiciously used. However, I didn’t think it was a contender for awards, not because I doubted its credibility but I didn’t think that we, the audience ,were ready to vote it over commercially bigger hits like ‘My Name is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3323331939231352307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3323331939231352307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3323331939231352307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3323331939231352307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-one-killed-jessica.html' title='No One Killed Jessica'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/TSc0P91hBhI/AAAAAAAAAow/vnfWwryLG3U/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1261186574879785063</id><published>2010-11-26T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:12:43.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Break ke Baad</title><summary type='text'>One of the first thing I liked about this movie was it didn’t talk about being pretentiously different.And its not! It’s a rom-com that deals with love, relationship, its expectations, its frustrations, two people coming together, finding each other, breaking up, finding themselves.  Lets face it most romantic comedies are predictable to the core, the audience demands a happy ending. I mean c’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1261186574879785063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1261186574879785063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1261186574879785063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1261186574879785063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/11/break-ke-baad.html' title='Break ke Baad'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/TPCuoOJZGFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ps5RrwmNErU/s72-c/breakkebaad-2611630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-4773479448477222695</id><published>2010-10-25T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:23:45.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traffic Jam Nirvana</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I rediscovered Eminem , there has never been a quiet moment. He’s either on my speakers or my headphone. It’s just never been quiet. Until this morning. I felt all alone, worried. The ride to work was silent. I tried having conversations with myself but all I could narrate were lyrics. Angry Eminem lyrics. It was then that I decided to hold my head up, look out the window and take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/4773479448477222695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=4773479448477222695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4773479448477222695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4773479448477222695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/10/traffic-jam-nirvana.html' title='The Traffic Jam Nirvana'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2887095420157845691</id><published>2010-09-10T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T05:08:34.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>So yes another year...yawn**</title><summary type='text'>After 32 years of my life, I find myself quizzing over all the messages and good wishes that I’ve gratefully been blessed with. What does a birthday mean? Does it always remain a long week of expecting and receiving? Or does one ever become old enough for people to not know “what you want” and that translates into gift vouchers, flowers or just warm hugs.Getting out of the shower into brand new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2887095420157845691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2887095420157845691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2887095420157845691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2887095420157845691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-yes-another-yearyawn.html' title='So yes another year...yawn**'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1745149851304756654</id><published>2010-09-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:42:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Do It Again - is the question</title><summary type='text'>It all started in a small motel room . Under the blanket of darkness a long winding day was unwinding. He hesitantly asked me if ‘I wanted to do it’?  I was scared at first, but the thought of flirting with the unknown gave birth to new moths in my stomach.The two hour drive was infested with excitement and jitters. I was surprised to find ourselves on this road – for real. We were booked for a 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1745149851304756654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1745149851304756654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1745149851304756654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1745149851304756654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-i-do-it-again-is-question.html' title='Will I Do It Again - is the question'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/TIOMUvC3nvI/AAAAAAAAAns/aFfmAUNEW9Q/s72-c/sky+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7733840839452918519</id><published>2010-06-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:10:45.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Rajneeti</title><summary type='text'>After a lot of begging, pleading and when all else failed even threatening, did I finally get passes for the premier of Rajneeti. It’d been a while since K3G released, thus the chance of watching so many actors on one screen sounded alluring. More alluring than that was getting a chance to see Ranbir Kapoor, Katrina Kaif and Arjun Rampal walk the red carpet. Due to over enthusiasm I ended up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7733840839452918519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7733840839452918519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7733840839452918519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7733840839452918519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/06/rajneeti.html' title='Rajneeti'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/TAp0gFmwYzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MTm3BJM9BS8/s72-c/Rajneeti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5695957991489305156</id><published>2010-05-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:53:09.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Sugar Daddy</title><summary type='text'>Some of us are more famous for being directionally challenged, than successfully letting go of ‘things’ from their handbag.  In my case, the famousness extends to both, in no particular order. As some may generously describe there is a higher permutation for the earthen plates to realign till the destination finds me v/s me seeking out the destination. Landmarks, they say, are an easy trick. So I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5695957991489305156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5695957991489305156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5695957991489305156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5695957991489305156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-daddy.html' title='Sugar Daddy'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3189307306355057359</id><published>2010-05-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:20:48.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Death to Death</title><summary type='text'>Every page of last week’s newspaper has the word Qasab mentioned at least twice. He’s the current ‘hottest’ on every news channel. 526 days  after 26/11 it has been announced, Qasab would be hanged for murder, conspiracy to commit murder, waging war against the nation, indulging in terrorist activities and criminal conspiracy. “He shall be hanged by neck till he’s dead”  this sentence may not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3189307306355057359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3189307306355057359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3189307306355057359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3189307306355057359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-page-of-last-weeks-newspaper-has.html' title='Death to Death'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/S-QsRinVHkI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Al9xshuzEH0/s72-c/Mumbai-terrorist-attack-accused-ajmal-amir-qassab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5626300739548648965</id><published>2010-04-24T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T06:54:40.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Faceoff</title><summary type='text'>One thing in common between the recent endeavors of IPL and facebook is that they are both only a façade to hide the real slim shady. The IPL, much has been written about.Facebook, I feel is a slithering voyeuristic snake wearing the skin of a social networking site. Go on, snigger, but it wasn’t long ago when you I or any other man worth his milk logged onto somebody else’s profile without the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5626300739548648965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5626300739548648965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5626300739548648965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5626300739548648965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/04/faceoff.html' title='Faceoff'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3697407027792857084</id><published>2010-04-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:14:22.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>How can white be a color?</title><summary type='text'>What is the color of paradise? If raindrops could be famous, what would their personalities be like?Does the wind stay long enough to be addressedIf Mount Everest has been conquered, then what is the bigger quest?Can the colors of the rainbow be interchanged?If individuality was ever a term, why loose it behind a veilWhat is freedom, when it comes at a price?Why limit the spirit of clouds by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3697407027792857084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3697407027792857084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3697407027792857084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3697407027792857084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-can-white-be-color.html' title='How can white be a color?'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7075985116605619950</id><published>2010-04-19T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:44:05.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Bandra Linking Road</title><summary type='text'>Walking is good for health, or so many believe. I too decided to test the waters but  not for something as meaningless as engaging my cardiovascular system intensively or  to increase the much required calorie deficit (I’m lovely, thank you very much). Not a fool to get entrapped by all this medical imprudence, I decided to walk for a  much bigger cause…shopping(don’t know if they have a medical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7075985116605619950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7075985116605619950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7075985116605619950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7075985116605619950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/04/bandra-linking-road.html' title='Bandra Linking Road'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/S8xrlFeEFDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/eumNafQC4I8/s72-c/p152557-Mumbai-Elco_Market_in_Bandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8739447891566048110</id><published>2010-04-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:10:00.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>IPL does not equal to love</title><summary type='text'>What is with men and the four letter word?!  No, not the one they would ideally like the universe to oscillate on, but the other one, which  always gets their axis up in tangles.L-O-V-E and not in the ‘IPL’  or ‘Man U v/s Chelsea’  way but the kind that involves smelling the flowers,  feeling the dew drops, creating rainbows kind of way.  Why is it that every time I ask my husband to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8739447891566048110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8739447891566048110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8739447891566048110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8739447891566048110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipl-does-not-equal-to-love.html' title='IPL does not equal to love'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7012309278047540330</id><published>2010-04-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:22:32.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The thing is..</title><summary type='text'>They say don't judge a book by its cover.. But I always do, cause I think it's like chemistry u know..the attraction makes you want to hold it, look at it closer, turn it over, get with the feel, you know what I'm sayin? But we're not gonna talk about chemistry here. This aint even bout books, hell I don't care what you wanna turn over man! What this is about is judging!  People aren't always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7012309278047540330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7012309278047540330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7012309278047540330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7012309278047540330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/04/thing-is.html' title='The thing is..'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-971246158336874654</id><published>2010-03-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:29:02.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Strange thing the human is!</title><summary type='text'>As if being born was any less complicated, the complications only proliferate as the animal grows older. No matter how many researches are conducted behind confidential bolted steel doors of the most technologically developed scientific labs ,nothing, and I mean nothing will ever be able to understand, explain or chart out human behavior or the entangled quantum state of the mind. All theories </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/971246158336874654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=971246158336874654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/971246158336874654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/971246158336874654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange-thing-human-is.html' title='Strange thing the human is!'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7337616038614303828</id><published>2010-03-08T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:23:12.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>In The Name of Entertainment!</title><summary type='text'>The saans and bahu today belong to the bold and the beautiful generation. And voyeurism in the name of TRP’s is dictating new boundaries.  The last two seasons of Swayamvar cant be a better support to my statement above. When the first season was aired, I was guilty along with the rest of India in helping cultivate an obnoxious elevation of entertainment.  But in my defense - only because the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7337616038614303828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7337616038614303828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7337616038614303828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7337616038614303828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-name-of-entertainment.html' title='In The Name of Entertainment!'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6693593694551773965</id><published>2010-01-18T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:58:41.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Run Bombay Run!</title><summary type='text'>17th Jan a date Bombay eagerly awaited. The Standard Chartered Marathon. This had been the talk of my household for the last 4 months.  Amit’s intention to attempt the whole 42 kms, had been the butt of many jokes, inspirations, sighs and the end to many ‘is it really possible’ kind of conversations.The night before we partied till 2am, not really conducive for someone whose attempting the full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6693593694551773965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6693593694551773965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6693593694551773965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6693593694551773965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2010/01/run-bombay-run.html' title='Run Bombay Run!'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/S1RE6Po3f3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ByBkKEpokH4/s72-c/Picture+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2258753561967095187</id><published>2009-12-30T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:17:52.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>AAL IIZ WELL!!</title><summary type='text'>Rajkumar Hirani’s latest offering has definitely struck a chord with me and I’ll be damned if I’m alone. If it’s to be believed, 3 Idiots was released with maximum film prints in the history of Indian films and has grossed over 40 Crs in the first 4 days of its release!!But what was it about this film or films like this that tug at your string? Was it Rancchoddas Shyamaldas Chanchad ‘s(Aamir) </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=25d7c5a3d2cdb2e1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2258753561967095187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2258753561967095187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2258753561967095187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2258753561967095187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/12/aal-iiz-well.html' title='AAL IIZ WELL!!'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SzslufraYII/AAAAAAAAAkM/hL4D-msS9tQ/s72-c/200px-Threeidiots2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7074493910303861051</id><published>2009-09-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:32:41.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Ek Adhura Bahaana</title><summary type='text'>Barfeelay darakhton ke darmiyaanaaj yun taqdeer ka hua saamnakudrat ke ghuroor mein chuppikhaalis si yeh waadiyaanImaan hi tha, farz se mohabbat thi jo humeinwatan’ne hifaazat ki dor, zindagi se aagi bandhi thi humnePar ek thehre hue lamhe ne rukh badal diyefarz, mohabbat, zindagi ke maa’ine badal diyeShahidoon mein ginti ki ab na thi aarzooki aapki aarzo mein fanaa ho chaleWoh lamha,  fizaaon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7074493910303861051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7074493910303861051&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7074493910303861051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7074493910303861051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/09/ek-adhura-bahaana.html' title='Ek Adhura Bahaana'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-4713974222793902590</id><published>2009-08-14T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:17:29.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>It’s Always A Pleasure!</title><summary type='text'>There would be a hundred times when one hears that line but only a hand full of times when it’s actually meant. Service industries have forever thrived on that mantra but very rarely does one actually feel ‘welcomed’Well, I’d still say it’s better than some places serving an attitude of ‘if you don’t like us leave! We’ve got a waiting list to fill up your seat!’The other day at Barista as I kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/4713974222793902590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=4713974222793902590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4713974222793902590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4713974222793902590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-always-pleasure.html' title='It’s Always A Pleasure!'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6910150265413271555</id><published>2009-06-29T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:33:57.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away. Come Again Another Day</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  The smell of fresh earth, the sound of raindrops humming on the tin roof above, stirring a hot coffee wanting to become one with the rising vapors, the undying desire for a cuddle under a warm blanket, stray thoughts that break into a romantic song, a smile that’s brought by a distant wet memory, fingers running through the phone list, warm feet that can feel the dampness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6910150265413271555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6910150265413271555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6910150265413271555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6910150265413271555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away. Come Again Another Day'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5740713149426709753</id><published>2009-06-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:21:33.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>New York</title><summary type='text'> The trend of providing an umbrella to new cutting edge directors under big banners is a well dressed move. Karan Johar, once said that he ideally wanted to be the only director directing for Dharma, but better sense and unkind competition prevailed.Films directed/produced by the Chopra clan too have not tasted the sweet smell of success off late. Finally a film, justifying the glory of the Yash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5740713149426709753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5740713149426709753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5740713149426709753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5740713149426709753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SkZTBLIVDOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tBOfa5I5RKo/s72-c/200px-Newyorkfilm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-787269416190667999</id><published>2009-06-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:30:32.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Happy, Gay or Not</title><summary type='text'>A lot has been written and fought for where GLBT rights are concerned. Being Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual or Transgender, I thought was purely by choice. A few articles on the subject have further confused and intrigued me. But some helped put a few things into perspective.During the course of my inquisition I stumbled upon two terms - Sexual Preference and Sexual Orientation. Sexual orientation is not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/787269416190667999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=787269416190667999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/787269416190667999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/787269416190667999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-gay-or-not.html' title='Happy, Gay or Not'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/Sjk10yGUrxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u2sSui3RCCY/s72-c/ThomasBeatie_baby_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2992637401786208961</id><published>2009-06-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:18:28.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Not that Shin(e)y.</title><summary type='text'>Rapes are being reported worldwide with alarming regularity. According to some statistics, only one in 69 rape cases in India are even reported. Only 20 % of those reported result in convictions.In a scenario like above I’m not sure what is more shocking, the fact that one more victim was added to the statistics or the fact that a heinous crime like this has been committed by a celebrity. Not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2992637401786208961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2992637401786208961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2992637401786208961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2992637401786208961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-that-shiney.html' title='Not that Shin(e)y.'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-4724452897540075398</id><published>2009-06-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:31:27.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Kal Kisne Dekha</title><summary type='text'>After the two month deadlock between multiplexes and producers, films finally returned to the cinemas today, like cowboy’s riding back into a dead county.The first release of this summer was producer Vashu Bhagnani’s film ‘Kal Kisne Dekha’ starring Jacky Bhagnani (Surprise! Surprise!) and Vaishali Desai.Director Vivek Sharma whose past includes Asoka &amp; Bhootnath may not be counting on a heavy fan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/4724452897540075398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=4724452897540075398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4724452897540075398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4724452897540075398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/kal-kisne-dekha.html' title='Kal Kisne Dekha'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SjKQiLbFMKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dTXfByG0JMA/s72-c/kal-kisne-dekha-2009-bollywood-hindi-movie-music-reviews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3997271784149836064</id><published>2009-06-12T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:07:55.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Princess</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  While reading a friends blog, an article got me thinking. The era has arrived where achievements should be applauded purely for their merit and not as if to say, ‘it feels like an achievement because you’re a woman’ -  “woman president”, “woman CEO” etc. True the perception of today’s woman has evolved. She showcases far more substance than ever only written about. Today she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3997271784149836064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3997271784149836064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3997271784149836064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3997271784149836064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/princess.html' title='The Princess'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-885318012637215717</id><published>2009-06-01T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:12:03.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Journey or The Destination</title><summary type='text'>Today the sun set in darker shades of water color but the air seemed lighter, even though mixed with tears, some of joy, that we’ve come this far, and some of disbelief on how fast we’ve arrived.The sound of ‘pack up’ did not have the cattle turning homeward. There was no dire rush for solitude before graze next morning. A restless easiness uplifted many minds. Twilight today, marked the end of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/885318012637215717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=885318012637215717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/885318012637215717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/885318012637215717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/06/journey-or-destination.html' title='The Journey or The Destination'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5671414945394130032</id><published>2009-02-13T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:49:28.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Ceeko got a new home</title><summary type='text'>One bright sunny morning I got a frantic call from the guy who delivers dog food. A family dropped their 7 year old chiuaua to the kennel promising to come back for him in three days.Three days turned into two weeks and it was growing increasingly clear that the phone calls were never going to be returned. There will never be a hello for Ceeko at the end of that line. The sunshine suddenly felt a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5671414945394130032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5671414945394130032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5671414945394130032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5671414945394130032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-ceeko-got-new-home.html' title='The day Ceeko got a new home'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3361876567032198421</id><published>2009-02-06T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:01:03.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Dev D</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to take this opportunity, to give a standing ovation to Anurag Kashyap, for imagining a film so bold, even though 40% of India may not be able to swallow. To my friend Manish, cause of whom I watched my first Premier, to my parents for understanding I’ll be home late...Some review I read bashed the film for being namesake. Quote “There's a major difference between KL Saigal, Dilip Kumar,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3361876567032198421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3361876567032198421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3361876567032198421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3361876567032198421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/02/dev-d.html' title='Dev D'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SY0g3CMJiJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1Mf5-ub_wOA/s72-c/devd_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8164159290464144794</id><published>2009-01-22T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:43:22.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Of Slums and Dogs</title><summary type='text'>Stealing Obama’s thunder, with 3 Golden Globe awards for Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Original Score and 10 Oscar nominations, the movie is definitely history in the making. But the only one I appreciate is the nomination for Achievement in Music by the one and only, Allah Rakha Rehman.He has done India proud by hoisting a flag on much eluded plains, not only by arresting every ‘gora’ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8164159290464144794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8164159290464144794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8164159290464144794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8164159290464144794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-slums-and-dogs.html' title='Of Slums and Dogs'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6564362268778390335</id><published>2009-01-22T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:01:48.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Chandani Chowk to China</title><summary type='text'>Yeh movie kyun bani samajh aaina!Now, I could dedicate a whole post to the flaws of this movie but I’d consider that a bigger waste of time then watching the movie itself. Akhsay Kumar reminds of the recession, a bubble waiting to burst. Deepika Padukone..no comments.I think the movie should be re-titled ‘Akhir kyun’ and made tax free. Why should I feel cheated alone?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6564362268778390335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6564362268778390335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6564362268778390335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6564362268778390335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/01/chandani-chowk-to-china.html' title='Chandani Chowk to China'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-589994499888406310</id><published>2009-01-22T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:36:18.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Strangers In The Night</title><summary type='text'>The thought of spending an evening with a bunch of strangers, does not make me jump three feet high. My evenings, usually, revolve around the same set of faces (new expressions always!). Call it boring, I call it choice.But like most choices out of one’s control, I found myself in a rather unfamiliar situation.The strong winds turned north, I wrapped my jacket tighter. Tonight was a big night. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/589994499888406310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=589994499888406310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/589994499888406310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/589994499888406310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/01/strangers-in-night.html' title='Strangers In The Night'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6275246760459635031</id><published>2009-01-14T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:21:06.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Accessing a hotmail account on a PC</title><summary type='text'>Off late I’ve got a lot of sniggers fora) the fact that I'm still using a hotmail account when the world has moved onto Gmail.The other day, when I rebelled to being the only one who didn’t receive a friends roka pics, all I got was 'arre yaar you have a stupid hotmail account. It bounced'  A kind of ‘third world country’ treatment in account land!I can’t seem to forget the days when internet was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6275246760459635031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6275246760459635031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6275246760459635031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6275246760459635031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2009/01/accessing-hotmail-account-on-pc.html' title='Accessing a hotmail account on a PC'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-865938402478958064</id><published>2008-12-22T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:18:57.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Lost Voice</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I’ve moved to Bombay, the definition of ‘Time’ is now categorized as luxury. Known as the city that never sleeps, Bombay even when quite is actually really loud and this shore-sharaaba somewhere, seems to have intimidated my inner voice. With my thoughts stifled, I feel incomplete. At random but rare occasions, I sit staring at blank walls, hoping to see shadows of a voice that once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/865938402478958064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=865938402478958064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/865938402478958064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/865938402478958064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-voice.html' title='The Lost Voice'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5540774335481848992</id><published>2008-11-28T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:06:46.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Awakening</title><summary type='text'>Breaking News ‘Big B slept with a .32 revolver last night. He writes about Bombay on his blog’ Your are watching ‘scared &amp; angry residents’ live.After over 42 hours, since Bombay’s sovereignty &amp; freedom was shamelessly and aggressively assaulted, residents far and wide have awakened to many questions on national security. Is it that easy to enter a country like India and blow our guts out? Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5540774335481848992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5540774335481848992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5540774335481848992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5540774335481848992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-awakening.html' title='Mumbai Awakening'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8872330462780553819</id><published>2008-11-02T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:25:15.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Dubai The Largest City</title><summary type='text'>That may not be true (yet) but to make up for this grotesque limitation the city hosts one of many firsts, the site of the world's first 7-star hotel with Burj Al Arab, Palm Islands - a set of man-made resort islands shaped to look like a palm tree if seen from a jet, Middle East’s first indoor Ski Dubai resort,  Dubailand – an amusement park twice the size of Walt Disney World, earth's tallest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8872330462780553819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8872330462780553819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8872330462780553819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8872330462780553819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/11/dubai-largest-city.html' title='Dubai The Largest City'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-526761381126136871</id><published>2008-10-12T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:55:43.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Line in Between</title><summary type='text'>When does a lie not remain a lie?  Is the act as formidable if committed to save a life?When does the value of truth increase. Must it be told if it is the beginning of many ends?Is to cheat your happiness a sacrifice? Would those you love not understand?Is to accept the forbidden apple a sin, a bigger sin than living incomplete? Does enduring heartache to save someone tears, bring you closer to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/526761381126136871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=526761381126136871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/526761381126136871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/526761381126136871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/line-in-between.html' title='The Line in Between'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8060617933268537335</id><published>2008-10-09T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:24:53.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>the Grey that got my Anatomy</title><summary type='text'>A few routines sink under your skin, into parts so deep that still lie undiscovered by any fairness cream commercial. For me it was Grey’s Anatomy. Hours during the day would pass at a speed that could put snails to shame. Evenings were like going home to a loved one, not just family. Evenings would soon turn into late evenings and then nights would turn into early mornings. Felt no different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8060617933268537335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8060617933268537335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8060617933268537335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8060617933268537335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/grey-that-got-my-anatomy.html' title='the Grey that got my Anatomy'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5498153611540823292</id><published>2008-10-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:51:00.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 1</title><summary type='text'>It was an interesting night, the wine, the company &amp; a long winding road of memories. I met someone who works for an advertising agency and from there on, doors were opened to the flash back fort. Reminiscing the days of being ‘young blood’ I realized, the enthusiasm for life was general, but the time spent ‘learning the ropes’ in any advertising agency in India was unexplainably more grueling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5498153611540823292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5498153611540823292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5498153611540823292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5498153611540823292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-of-wings-trilogy-part-1.html' title='Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 1'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6030258523606870156</id><published>2008-10-08T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:49:17.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 2</title><summary type='text'>“The client had asked for the logo to be .0874% bigger and its not!” Though initially this may not seem like a concerning issue, however, in the bigger picture as you soon learn in advertising, the decision could be a reason for a dormant volcano to suddenly come alive.The coffee machine breaking down, the fax machine not working and papers being stuck in tray 2 is not helping either (cross </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6030258523606870156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6030258523606870156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6030258523606870156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6030258523606870156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-of-wings-trilogy-part-2.html' title='Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 2'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-521648380335344204</id><published>2008-10-08T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:48:13.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 3</title><summary type='text'>A cold cup of tea (not sure how long it’s been lying there) and 20 unread emails have been keeping each other busy. As I interrupt their tryst with a fleeting look at the crosses on my ‘to do list’ it’s almost like sticking a finger in the face of time. It’s only been 8 hours after all. A sense of achievement. A short one, as there’s still twice as much left to do than the number of hours on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/521648380335344204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=521648380335344204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/521648380335344204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/521648380335344204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-of-wings-trilogy-part-3.html' title='Lord of the Wings – Trilogy part 3'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5893416107573256628</id><published>2008-10-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:11:57.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Kabhi Tum</title><summary type='text'>Kuch tum kaho, kabhi mein sunuPhir mein kahoon, aur kuch tum sunoBatton hi battoon mein shyaam dhal jayegi,Nayi subah phir tumhari umeed jagayegikushiyon ke timtimate diye aankhon mein bharengeDil mein ek ehsaas uthega,Kahin khwaabon ka basera sajega.Hotton per sharam phir ayegi dabe paon,Thama hua yeh pal hoga, aur tumhari sansoon ki chaonEk woh alaam tha aur ek aaj,Ki tham tham kar bhi yeh pal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5893416107573256628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5893416107573256628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5893416107573256628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5893416107573256628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/10/kabhi-tum.html' title='Kabhi Tum'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3716266312189971804</id><published>2008-09-29T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:47:34.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Age of Innocence</title><summary type='text'>In my view purely, it was the era of the dinosaurs.  In lands not far away, in a time not long ago, children were synonyms of innocence, they grew up in naïveville. They took their time growing up. Period. Childhood was spent daydreaming, playing house – house, building sand castles and exchanging dolls. Happy hours began at 5 pm when the neighbourhood was invaded by kids, their bat &amp; balls and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3716266312189971804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3716266312189971804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3716266312189971804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3716266312189971804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/09/age-of-innocence.html' title='The Age of Innocence'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3302688105495253382</id><published>2008-09-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:15:31.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Immersion</title><summary type='text'>With the break of dawn today Mumbaiwasi’s seemed divided, as the one thread that tied all, drifted far into the sea. The first day post the conclusion of a 10-day long celebration, life begs normalcy. Ganapati Utsav, in Maharashtra is celebrated with unmatched glory and dynamism. Visiting, I was fortunate to experience this life-size affair, first hand.The festivity unfolds with the deity of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3302688105495253382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3302688105495253382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3302688105495253382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3302688105495253382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-immersion.html' title='The Holy Immersion'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SM9birb5LtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DfJZBqsrbyk/s72-c/immersion+in+the+Arabian+Sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2054460143417904025</id><published>2008-09-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:19:50.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Phir bhi dil hai hindustani</title><summary type='text'>There are certain things that only an Indian can do. You don’t need to be gifted, just Indian.Take for e.g. our inherent ability to do the Bhangra. The ever eager non-Punjabi’s make it look so entertaining and simple. Arms in the air, move your shoulders, add in a few squats here and bbrrruuuaaahhh!!! Who cares, if the music you’re dancing to is Metallica or the Waltz!  Another form much loved, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2054460143417904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2054460143417904025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2054460143417904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2054460143417904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/09/phir-bhi-dil-hai-hindustani.html' title='Phir bhi dil hai hindustani'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-4064822460036710456</id><published>2008-08-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:17:10.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Is Will Be Was</title><summary type='text'>What is, is. But was too, was once is. Will be, will soon be is. So why didn’t was remain is? And why cant is be will be? Uncertainty is the one thing man will never be able to tame.Some of us live our lives planning for the future. But as the future arrives you realise you’re not quite the ant who saved up for a rainy day. There are quite a few leaks in the roof of life that you didn’t foresee. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/4064822460036710456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=4064822460036710456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4064822460036710456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/4064822460036710456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-will-be-was.html' title='Is Will Be Was'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7405353580396770911</id><published>2008-08-17T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:38:23.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachna Ae Hasseno</title><summary type='text'> Does the United States government keep alien spaceships at Area 51? There might not be enough evidence to validate that. But there is enough evidence to validate that Yash Raj banner should take a break from associating themselves with any more movies. After a series of flamboyant catastrophes like Neil &amp; Nikki, Tashan, Todha Pyaar Thoada magic, it’s Bachna Ae Haseeno.However, watching Ranbir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7405353580396770911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7405353580396770911&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7405353580396770911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7405353580396770911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/08/bachna-ae-hasseno_17.html' title='Bachna Ae Hasseno'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SKgbGZ9V-KI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0tuTs6-VOwI/s72-c/Bachna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6597944360489170966</id><published>2008-08-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:08:49.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Kumar is Kinng</title><summary type='text'>I'm tempted to believe the ‘k’ factor does prove lucky. Akshay Kumar over &amp; over, yet again has proved that he’s one of the finest, most underrated actors the industry is blessed with today. Singh is Kinng is out and out an Akshay Kumar fest. The way he’s shaping up, with each passing movie, it wouldn’t be surprising if they hike up ticket prices to watch his movies.There are Heroes…there are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6597944360489170966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6597944360489170966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6597944360489170966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6597944360489170966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/08/kumar-is-kinng.html' title='Kumar is Kinng'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SJ6t2pqU87I/AAAAAAAAADQ/nBBOkkEf7lY/s72-c/Singh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2166133032938500526</id><published>2008-08-05T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:54:33.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Khasab</title><summary type='text'>Adventurous, living the moment, being spontaneous, is everything I’m not. Especially if it involves waking up at 6:am in the middle of the night, on a weekend!But there was no better time than the onset of a long weekend to change things so we decided to go all out. And all out we did. We drove to Khasab - located in Musandam directorate, the northern part of Oman, separated from the rest of Oman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2166133032938500526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2166133032938500526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2166133032938500526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2166133032938500526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/08/khasab.html' title='Khasab'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SJhGP_kVp9I/AAAAAAAAABg/_F2d-QD7Hgo/s72-c/swatis+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1795881614376313899</id><published>2008-07-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:31:57.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Flexible v/s Fake</title><summary type='text'>The real you can have many faces. Adapting your personality to suit different roles is a flexible response to modern life. BUT where does ‘flexible’ end and ‘fake’ begin?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1795881614376313899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1795881614376313899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1795881614376313899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1795881614376313899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/flexible-vs-fake.html' title='Flexible v/s Fake'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3431625134968954396</id><published>2008-07-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:17:40.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Happy Gay Lucky</title><summary type='text'>The latest phenomenon, to hit London’s social scene is a Gubby aka the gay husband. A Gubby, as I understand is not to be confused with two married men or a closet husband. They are an imminent breed fast replacing the ‘I’m the captain of the universe and thus too busy to notice my wife’ kind of husbands. In short a Gubby is your replacement husband, with whom a fictional affair is not only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3431625134968954396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3431625134968954396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3431625134968954396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3431625134968954396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-gay-lucky.html' title='Happy Gay Lucky'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6674487781166664109</id><published>2008-07-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:00:40.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Profound statement# 22</title><summary type='text'>Life is what happens to you when you're busy planning other things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6674487781166664109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6674487781166664109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6674487781166664109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6674487781166664109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/profound-statement-22.html' title='Profound statement# 22'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8264304980662098385</id><published>2008-07-21T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:54:25.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Raat - The Night</title><summary type='text'>Liza and I returned from her nail clipping appointment and I settled myself in for some dinner. Just about then, she started acting really strange. The hair on the nape of her neck was standing, there was something that her senses didn’t agree with. I ignored it at first and continued heating food. They say dogs can see spirits and where I live, sometimes, I have quite a few friendly visitors. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8264304980662098385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8264304980662098385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8264304980662098385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8264304980662098385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/raat-night.html' title='Raat - The Night'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6676611391905751381</id><published>2008-07-21T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:01:33.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Kismet Konnection</title><summary type='text'>If you’re Kismet is really good it will stop you from Konnecting with any theatre that is playing this movie.Expectations can be harsh and difficult to live up to (not that I would know). My heart goes out for Shahid ‘Jab We Met’ Kapoor.A lot of us went in with the hangover waiting for the same magic to be recreated again. But we forgot it’s a different movie, different director, co-star etc. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6676611391905751381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6676611391905751381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6676611391905751381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6676611391905751381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/kismet-konnection.html' title='Kismet Konnection'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SIRCD9Yf8gI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ioeoh3o_mnc/s72-c/kkon_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-8312593269059458580</id><published>2008-07-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:06:38.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Pappu can’t dance saala, hoye hoye hoye hoye</title><summary type='text'>Saying that line always brings a smile to my face I dunno why? Watched ‘Jaane Tu Ya Janne Na’ last week. I’m sure by now, so has everybody else and we’ll all be in harmony  when I say the director has hit the nail with his craft full act of storytelling. I’m not sure if I’d like to jump on the gushing boat of ‘oh my gosh! Imran is sooo hot!’. But I would like to say, after a very long time here's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/8312593269059458580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=8312593269059458580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8312593269059458580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/8312593269059458580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/pappu-cant-dance-saala-hoye-hoye-hoye.html' title='Pappu can’t dance saala, hoye hoye hoye hoye'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SIRfkkn-BYI/AAAAAAAAABY/DGhFayDT7IE/s72-c/JTYJN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1818165180713984009</id><published>2008-07-13T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:32:53.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Puurrrr to meet you</title><summary type='text'>The other day, while waiting at the Vet, the lady sitting next to me was making rude noises. Only after they got really loud, she signaled to a little pink polka dotted rimmed cage and her belled creature purred inside. ‘She’s not been feeling too well’ she sympathetically cooed towards the mammal. I’m not a cat person, but a soul in distress deserves a minute. Turning right at me, the lady then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1818165180713984009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1818165180713984009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1818165180713984009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1818165180713984009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/puurrrr-to-meet-you.html' title='Puurrrr to meet you'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3193179854667516013</id><published>2008-07-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:38:22.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City</title><summary type='text'>The movie begins with an arrogant and straitlaced statement. A generalization of women in New York, or maybe just women – ‘Women move to New York in the search of two L’s – Labels and Love’. That’s pretty much the summary of this movie, much to the delight of the hard cores. I’ve always been the outsider. At one time TV viewers could be classified into two-those whose lives came to a stand still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3193179854667516013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3193179854667516013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3193179854667516013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3193179854667516013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex And The City'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SHYZqe2yIwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ez9SmDVuvT4/s72-c/Sex+And+The+City+-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5003436571466761837</id><published>2008-07-08T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:31:19.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The future's not ours, to see. Que Sera, Sera.</title><summary type='text'>My trajectory in life, to what I want to be has changed many times, between growing eye brows and growing weight. For the longest part of my growing years, I wanted to be a doctor – surgeon to be precise, even before I could spell it. It all changed one fine day. The day, I marched into the lab for my first dissection. As we entered the OR, the scene was tense, chloroformed rats lay in a jar, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5003436571466761837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5003436571466761837&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5003436571466761837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5003436571466761837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/futures-not-ours-to-see-que-sera-sera.html' title='The future&apos;s not ours, to see. Que Sera, Sera.'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-59392090120526606</id><published>2008-07-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:27:04.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic</title><summary type='text'>I’m truly filmi, but I do exercise a reasonable amount of choice in the films I pay to watch. Unless offered complimentary tickets, cause then there’s no exercising.However, the above decision will change rapidly if Yash Chopra continues to produce the kind of movies that’s sailing his boat off late. Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, Tahsan and now TPTM (I’m a quick learner)The movie has its good parts and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/59392090120526606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=59392090120526606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/59392090120526606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/59392090120526606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoda-pyaar-thoda-magic.html' title='Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-790726425631108163</id><published>2008-07-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:54:14.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Rhythmic convulsion</title><summary type='text'>I believe music is the language of the soul. Music with words mostly, songs.If you ponder a minute longer, you'll actually realise there's a song for every situation. A song for when you think its love, a song for when you know it's love and a song for when you want to confess your love. Now, those who are not remotely familiar with bollywood may find the above three scenarios almost the same. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/790726425631108163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=790726425631108163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/790726425631108163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/790726425631108163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/07/rhythmic-convulsion.html' title='Rhythmic convulsion'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6896129976098079700</id><published>2008-06-30T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:18:09.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Adulthood, just charming.</title><summary type='text'>Did you always want to be grown up while you were young? To be taken seriously, to not be answerable, to not have to ask for that extra cookie, or get someone else to buy you something you’ve always wanted?Yup we all did. But, I’m wondering is it normal for those of us who were in such grave hurry to hang our diapers, wanting to take to the pacifier again? Have somebody else make the decisions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6896129976098079700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6896129976098079700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6896129976098079700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6896129976098079700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/adulthood-just-charming.html' title='Adulthood, just charming.'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3907652530012493089</id><published>2008-06-24T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:02:55.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Dobai my phoren land</title><summary type='text'>There was a time when Dubai as a destination was inspirational. Many movies, travel blogs, Picasa web albums, had pages dedicated to this destination of wonders.Holidaying here was like traveling to the exotic bend of the earth. The sun kissed beaches, the shopping ecstasy, the night life, the architecture, the camels…all of it!Indian movies largely glorified this, god’s favorite city. Whether it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3907652530012493089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3907652530012493089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3907652530012493089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3907652530012493089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/dobai-my-phoren-land.html' title='Dobai my phoren land'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-3137410026256131377</id><published>2008-06-23T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:48:03.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Have you ever…..</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever laughed so much that it made you cryRun so fastWhen you wanted to flyLived a moment as if it were the lastBeen so happy, that you thought you’d die.Loved so much that it actually hurt,Even with no answers you found comfortSaw the straight line but you swayed.Have you ever met someone that washed it all away?Smiled and hid the tears behindCounted every blessing a million times.Had so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/3137410026256131377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=3137410026256131377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3137410026256131377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/3137410026256131377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever…..'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2934621231100342715</id><published>2008-06-22T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:04:25.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Lingua Franca of the high faluting</title><summary type='text'>The other day an atypical article stopped my rampant flipping. Actually it was the word ‘Smirting’ that caught my fancy. Smirting- ‘flirting while smoking’ Sounds almost posh and very true, even if at a subliminal level at elaborate shindigs.Health &amp; safety regulations at most bars and clubs have led to the transpiring of parallel parties. Groups now form on the outside, pleasantries are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2934621231100342715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2934621231100342715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2934621231100342715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2934621231100342715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/lingua-franca-of-high-faluting.html' title='Lingua Franca of the high faluting'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5130056290900792115</id><published>2008-06-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:04:01.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Covers women would fall for (and some hidden disclaimers)</title><summary type='text'>1. ‘A bikini bod in 10 days’ or ‘From flab to ABS’Disclaimer: If you are currently a baby elephant, we’re talking 10 years instead.2. ‘How to enhance your inner beauty for a sexy new you – goddess hair and glowing skin all summer long’Disclaimer: or let Bobbi Brown help you instead4. ‘Dazzle, Sparkle, Shine – 750 pages of Fall fashions- all out glamour’Disclaimer: You’d think something’s bound to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5130056290900792115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5130056290900792115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5130056290900792115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5130056290900792115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/covers-women-would-fall-for-and-some.html' title='Covers women would fall for (and some hidden disclaimers)'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6714571493015011722</id><published>2008-06-15T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:47:49.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The god fearing atheist</title><summary type='text'>I’m not usually someone who contests the presence of the divine power but I do find myself erroneously questioning his existence at times.‘Things happen for a reason. Have faith in god. Whatever happens, is for the best’ this is what most of us believe in until that fine day...Happy times always remind me of god, I never forget to thank him. But when in distress I feel deserted, I scream out, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6714571493015011722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6714571493015011722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6714571493015011722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6714571493015011722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-fearing-atheist.html' title='The god fearing atheist'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5627260886397199645</id><published>2008-06-11T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:59:29.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions of a fat diary'/><title type='text'>Who let the bitch out?</title><summary type='text'>Dear diary,A man may look at another man from a fitness perspective, a level he’d aspire to achieve, but the centre of his focus lies largely in checking out women. Women on the other hand do check out men, but the centre of their focus lies largely in checking out women too! Unexplainable. What about women brings out this strange behaviour I’m still trying to understand? If the women walking in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5627260886397199645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5627260886397199645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5627260886397199645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5627260886397199645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-let-bitch-out.html' title='Who let the bitch out?'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-2895631779397085559</id><published>2008-06-11T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:13:55.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; I</title><summary type='text'>Ever wondered why some personality traits you have as a child are seldom retained when in full blossom? Very rarely, you fly away as a butterfly retaining the colors of your cocoon.I guess its cause within your cocoon, you’re secured, sheltered, the ugliness all hidden away. But as a butterfly you feel the need to justify your colors!At first I may come across (if you haven’t had the privilege to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/2895631779397085559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=2895631779397085559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2895631779397085559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/2895631779397085559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-i.html' title='Me &amp; I'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7565785422292914361</id><published>2008-06-09T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:37:43.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood Bytes'/><title type='text'>Sarkar Raj</title><summary type='text'>You’d think Ramus Raj was almost over with a series of recent unmentionables like Naach, Ramu ki Aag, Go etc Sarkar Raj, then, is the breath of fresh air. Must admit, I wasn’t the first one in queue when the movie released this Wednesday. I had to be bribed with shopping and then lunch. This followed by threats when I still failed to comply. But we finally struck a deal; this movie was a trade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7565785422292914361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7565785422292914361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7565785422292914361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7565785422292914361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/sarkar-raj.html' title='Sarkar Raj'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-6077071969593423900</id><published>2008-06-08T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:16:23.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Coeur flottant merveilleux aux fraises</title><summary type='text'>There are some things in life I don’t get. Men, their excitement over ‘whose burp is louder’, ‘that fart was wicked’, ‘Knock it’ being the ultimate statement &amp; ‘networking’.The obligation to spend the evening bonding over beers and small talk, with people you average 50 hours/week with. I don’t mind if I genuinely like you, but for a lame excuse like ‘networking’.. it’s a shame for the evening to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/6077071969593423900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=6077071969593423900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6077071969593423900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/6077071969593423900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/coeur-flottant-merveilleux-aux-fraises.html' title='Coeur flottant merveilleux aux fraises'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7780584522533775365</id><published>2008-06-05T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:15:46.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Unabashed Intimacy</title><summary type='text'>‘Take off your top &amp; lie down’ the dispassionate tone of voice would have bothered me had I not been standing in the therapy room at my chiropractors. Because, I wouldn’t do it otherwise. Unless there was passion, commitment or a covetousness for the moment. But this time, it was different.As I walked towards the bench, I sucked my tummy in until the face went blue. It was almost a race before I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7780584522533775365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7780584522533775365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7780584522533775365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7780584522533775365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/unabashed-intimacy.html' title='Unabashed Intimacy'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-5759172429530186286</id><published>2008-06-05T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:59:32.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions of a fat diary'/><title type='text'>The scaling issue</title><summary type='text'>Dear diary,It did it again! The damn thing did it again! Just when I thought there was no further scope, the needle on the weighing scale, bend rightwards again!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/5759172429530186286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=5759172429530186286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5759172429530186286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/5759172429530186286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/scaling-issue.html' title='The scaling issue'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1595603231998484698</id><published>2008-06-03T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:16:53.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The Porgi with the Corgi</title><summary type='text'>Went home from work last evening &amp; Mina had cooked Pork Corgi. While she leaned over the stove adding last minute touches to a bottomless black vessel, I conversed with her back.Must say not one to get turned on by Pork, I tried to remain polite and give it a whirl. It did take a lot out of me, to not call the nearby cafe and order for shawarmas. I could have easily hidden in the bathroom or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1595603231998484698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1595603231998484698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1595603231998484698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1595603231998484698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/porgi-with-corgi.html' title='The Porgi with the Corgi'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-1383455045741083472</id><published>2008-06-03T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:44:40.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions of a fat diary'/><title type='text'>The pigeon syndrome</title><summary type='text'>Dear Diary,Why is it that even today, sometimes, if I see a cute guy walking in my general direction, the ‘pigeon syndrome’* seems to overwhelm my personality? I look away, avoid eye contact, or start shuffling my skirt to ensure it doesn’t sit on top of ‘the’ belly. I have to remind my self that the high school dance &amp; frizzy hair season was over 10 years ago! For those of you girls who don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/1383455045741083472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=1383455045741083472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1383455045741083472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/1383455045741083472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-diary-why-is-it-that-even-today.html' title='The pigeon syndrome'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-431330744589414085</id><published>2008-06-03T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:17:17.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>The confidence dilemma</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday as young colleague, mid thirties (that’s pretty young with the average life expectancy going up to 81 ) stepped into my office, she reminded me of a child. A child looking over her shoulder, to ensure she’s soft enough for my ears only. A child who’d make you ‘cross your heart &amp; hope to die’, whose eyes would twinkle yet hesitate, not sure if you are one to keep ‘scouts honor’. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/431330744589414085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=431330744589414085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/431330744589414085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/431330744589414085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/confidence-dilemma.html' title='The confidence dilemma'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645511984478879324.post-7276351267677992372</id><published>2008-06-02T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:17:46.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This&apos;n&apos;That'/><title type='text'>Shisha the mistress</title><summary type='text'>I walked inside and felt taken overSubmerging in this feeling so known,Her fragrance filled the moonlight airHer presence was veiled yet shown.My heart was certain, I knew what I desireSignalled to her traderTonight I was the buyer.She’ll let you choose your flavour If the price you pay is right.Let you ‘special’ her up, make you wait,Until she feels ‘It’s right’As you hold her arm so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/feeds/7276351267677992372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645511984478879324&amp;postID=7276351267677992372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7276351267677992372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645511984478879324/posts/default/7276351267677992372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itemno1.blogspot.com/2008/06/shisha-mistress.html' title='Shisha the mistress'/><author><name>Extra No:1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743972035481796175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hI-0twCQA8U/SF-cXZE90vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qhi0_TcX5qU/S220/blog+pic+of+liza.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
