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	<description>My personal ranting space... For the everyday thoughts!</description>
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		<title>Light Moods</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This one made my day (from the InterWebs!):
It is said that once Russi Mody was on an official trip to (the then) Bombay. Even though it was a Sunday morning, Russi had to visit Bombay House, the Corporate Head Quarters of the Tata Group.
Russi was driving a Mercedes himself as it was a Sunday and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/03/06/light-moods/</link>
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		<title>Of Marginal Returns</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some history (feel free to skip the first para as it isn&#8217;t really relevant): As a kid, I don&#8217;t think I ever took exercise seriously. I don&#8217;t think I was too much of an outdoorsy person either. Not many sports, except swimming, but that was largely confined to summer vacations and company in the form [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/03/03/of-marginal-returns/</link>
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		<title>Fail-Safe Systems Required</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You may ask: For what?
The answer is: For everything.
For example, it could be for your tasks. Even for a student, there are multiple sources that generate tasks. They could come from notices put up by the school, requests for meetings by the study group, gyaan-sessions for juniors, credit card payments, stock market pursuits, birthdays, anniversaries [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/02/18/fail-safe-systems-required/</link>
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		<title>New Year Parties</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Also from A Momentary Lapse of Reason:
If you throw a New Year&#8217;s Party, the worst thing that you can do would be to throw the kind of party where your guests wake up today, and call you to say they had a nice time. Now you&#8217;ll be be expected to throw another party next year. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/30/new-year-parties/</link>
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		<title>Birth of Fandom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The following came up on A Momentary Lapse of Reason on our IIM Calcutta extranet:
It was over in a flash. The neutron bombs were delivered with so little warning, none of the government officials were able to get to their shelters in time. But the neutron bombs were designed to wipe out only people, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/27/birth-of-fandom/</link>
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		<title>Weird Dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I had two of the weirdest of dreams today; I will blame the fried maggi and double mixed fruit juice overdose, or maybe The Men Who Stare at Goats. Either way, they were absolutely strange in the sense that my behaviour in them was not in line with my real world self.
I do not remember [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/21/weird-dream/</link>
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		<title>Dus Bahane</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“So, where are we going to go for the movie?”
“I haven’t decided, yet.”
“Well, I need to pick out a dress.”
“Eh? How does that matter.”
“Oh, it does. I need to figure out how smartly I can dress.” Smart was her euphemistic way of saying how many layers she could drop off. “And also if we are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/20/dus-bahane/</link>
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		<title>A Cold Night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a cold January night. Colder than usual. Much colder than usual. He shivered – the standard issue jacket didn’t seem to work; it was largely unsuccessful keeping the cold out and the heat in. Some weather, he reckoned. Rather be in the tropics, drinking iced tea, than be here, struggling even to hold [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/19/a-cold-night/</link>
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		<title>Jab We Met</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ding dong!
“Ma, open the door!”
Ding&#8212;dong!
“Ma?”
“MA!?”
Diiiiiiing dong!
Groggy and not wanting to get up, Rohit opens the door. Zarine pokes her head in. You’ve got to admit, there’s a certain something to girls in the early morning – all the freshness and innocence accumulates in them over the night. It was a picture perfect pose. She was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/18/jab-we-met/</link>
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		<title>303</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Hey, when did you get back?” Zarine asked, with big round eyes barely able to hide a strange mixture of excitement, pleasure and relief.
“Two days back. I flew in on Thursday morning.” Rohit said, rather casually.
“And you didn’t call me back. I left a message with your mom.”
“Well you know how it is, unpacking and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.hthite.com/2010/01/17/303/</link>
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