<?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-9892657</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:12:02.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Arbit in Orbit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-116573400817843268</id><published>2006-12-10T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:30:08.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Choices - To go or not to go???</title><summary type='text'>Long time Since my last post...Must speak of the turmoil I face now...One side lies comfort, 5 day weeks, Faster promotion. On the other lies 7 day weeks, Slogging day in &amp; out, Bargains everyday... So where is the confusion???The confusion is do you follow your heart? or ease in life???Heart lies in the harder route, 'cos I enjoy it the most. Though its a 7 day week, I would be on field... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/116573400817843268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=116573400817843268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/116573400817843268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/116573400817843268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2006/12/choices-to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='Choices - To go or not to go???'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-114138029313456753</id><published>2006-03-03T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:34:53.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><summary type='text'>Hmm...Two years of ordinary and then kaboom... I am a star.Get loads of resposibilities, get into not sales but sales strategy.Every one is looking up to me expecting me to do gr8 things.And what do I do?Things get onto my head. And I overshoot. Going over people's head for even small things.Tch tch...Get these things out of your head. Thats what I should do.Forget everything, keep your head down</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/114138029313456753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=114138029313456753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/114138029313456753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/114138029313456753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2006/03/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-112504233300527535</id><published>2005-08-26T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:15:33.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of Jobs and the Like...</title><summary type='text'>Jobs are tough. On both the planes. Physical and Emotional.We have to be careful on what we speak to people on our job.Learning 1:  Dont trust any one blindly.Learning 2: Watch your back.Learning 3: Make your confidantes carefully.More will be upadted as and when I learn them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/112504233300527535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=112504233300527535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/112504233300527535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/112504233300527535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-jobs-and-like.html' title='Of Jobs and the Like...'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-111824321279028660</id><published>2005-06-08T20:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:36:52.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New beginning.... A Poet rises</title><summary type='text'>Thoughts elude me as I think of youNot, this is, because of no feelingsA Problem this is, of too manyPeace I must make with meSay I must yet say I do not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/111824321279028660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=111824321279028660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/111824321279028660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/111824321279028660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-beginning-poet-rises.html' title='A New beginning.... A Poet rises'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110902663270221181</id><published>2005-02-22T04:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T04:27:12.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... I wonder</title><summary type='text'>Running behind the impossible, I hope for the improbable. Is it that I yearn for the impossible or for the pain at not getting the improbable?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110902663270221181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110902663270221181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110902663270221181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110902663270221181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmm-i-wonder.html' title='Hmm... I wonder'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110806059553925818</id><published>2005-02-10T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-11T00:06:35.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>D's and F's</title><summary type='text'>Well... D's and F's are an integral part of our lives in IIM Lucknow. We never had a gr8 fear of them, but it seems like our juniors are having to live with them.I mean its like, the faculty had alloted a quota for every batch and this quota hadn't been fulfilled for the last couple of batches and so they decided 'what the hell, lets get it done with in this year'. Ok, huge exaggerations and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://rajatsblog.blogspot.com/' title='D&apos;s and F&apos;s'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110806059553925818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110806059553925818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110806059553925818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110806059553925818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/02/ds-and-fs.html' title='D&apos;s and F&apos;s'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110805892088524358</id><published>2005-02-10T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:38:40.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLACK is beautiful...</title><summary type='text'>Speechless. Numbed. Frozen.  Not the sigfns shown by a victim when hunted down, but rather my emotions on seeing BLACK. Ok, writing about a movie on a blog is pretty stupid, but this movie deserves a mention at least. Its a story of a blind &amp;deaf girl's struggle to see the world. Amazing performances by all, but special mention of Rani Mukherji. My impression of her has gone up by a few notches </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110805892088524358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110805892088524358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110805892088524358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110805892088524358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/02/black-is-beautiful.html' title='BLACK is beautiful...'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110700989414479538</id><published>2005-01-29T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-29T20:14:54.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Patents on Zeroes and Ones</title><summary type='text'>I recently found this interesting article on Patents. The mother of them all!!! A Patent on Zeroes and Ones.In what CEO Bill Gates called "an unfortunate but necessary step to protect our intellectual property from theft and exploitation by competitors," the Microsoft Corporation patented the numbers one and zero Monday.With the patent, Microsoft's rivals are prohibited from manufacturing or </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ece.villanova.edu/%7Ethanneru/zeroesAndOnes.html' title='Patents on Zeroes and Ones'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110700989414479538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110700989414479538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110700989414479538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110700989414479538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/patents-on-zeroes-and-ones.html' title='Patents on Zeroes and Ones'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110688583529059397</id><published>2005-01-28T09:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:47:15.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'Insti' Party</title><summary type='text'>One of the biggest drunken revells in this place. Its the time when we guys are supposed to "unwind". Most guys here spend the entire week watchin movies, porn, chatting with studies put in once in a while. So, they need 2 "unwind" from this hectic partyin. And how do they do it?? have another party.And what a party they have. We have a 'Dance floor' with booze served on one side. For the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110688583529059397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110688583529059397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110688583529059397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110688583529059397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/insti-party.html' title='&apos;Insti&apos; Party'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110649912229391492</id><published>2005-01-23T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:22:02.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Republic Day parade: An unnecessary extravaganza?</title><summary type='text'>I saw this article in Times of India. A pretty interesting one.Republic Day parade: An unnecessary extravaganza?The Republic Day parade is not just a set of floats coming behind a gaggle of determined (and to some, demented) men marching miles to show off pretty clothes and hats. India hasn't come to that yet, the celebration of the Page 3 society notwithstanding. Neither should the parade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110649912229391492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110649912229391492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649912229391492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649912229391492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/republic-day-parade-unnecessary.html' title='Republic Day parade: An unnecessary extravaganza?'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110649755642250132</id><published>2005-01-23T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:55:56.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One helluva poem....</title><summary type='text'>I was reading Outlook a few days back and I came across a rather interesting poem."Virgins indulge in sex for curiosity, Harlots for money,Widows for remembering the good old days, Wives out of a sense of Duty,While the pure pleasure of sex is possible only in adultery."Great isnt it??? :-D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110649755642250132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110649755642250132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649755642250132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649755642250132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-helluva-poem.html' title='One helluva poem....'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110649609606924914</id><published>2005-01-23T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:31:36.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!! Tough Work...</title><summary type='text'>Who ever told me maintaining blogs was easy was either out of his mind or was plain stupid. I spent 3 whole hours yesterday doing "make-up" to my Blog and man, does it look good now?Not very, but close. :-DAnother revelation I had, I considered myself a decent compsci engineer. But, my encounter with html code left me feelin faar too inadequate to call myself that. Even, rajat (of rajatsblog) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110649609606924914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110649609606924914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649609606924914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110649609606924914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/whew-tough-work.html' title='Whew!!! Tough Work...'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110634138680845154</id><published>2005-01-22T03:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:33:06.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Narsiiiii... Such Globe???</title><summary type='text'>I was reading this particularly interesting article from my friend's blog "http://todoornottodo.blogspot.com/"Excerpts from it...when youtake your first autorickshaw ride (discount the ride from the railwaystation: autorickshaw drivers there are a tribe born to be loathed).The guy will politely say 'Thank You' after you pay him....I mean narsi, Jingoism??? Zealotism??? I know a lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110634138680845154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110634138680845154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110634138680845154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110634138680845154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/narsiiiii-such-globe.html' title='Narsiiiii... Such Globe???'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110633590484195777</id><published>2005-01-22T00:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:01:44.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feelings... so complex yet so simple,So abstract yet so meaningful,So pleasant yet so harsh,And people say they understand 'em?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110633590484195777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110633590484195777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110633590484195777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110633590484195777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110633568673531755</id><published>2005-01-22T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:58:06.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much to drink, yet so thirsty,So many people, yet so lonely,so may wants, so may desires,Yet no way to satisfy them, No way to satiate them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110633568673531755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110633568673531755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110633568673531755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110633568673531755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-much-to-drink-yet-so-thirsty-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110625821242982493</id><published>2005-01-21T03:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-21T03:26:52.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Banished to the depths... yet you surface, to torture me... to torment meShattering my happiness... to plunge me into melancholyWhen will there be relief?When will there be an end to this??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110625821242982493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110625821242982493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110625821242982493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110625821242982493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/banished-to-depths.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892657.post-110462754384937331</id><published>2005-01-02T06:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-02T06:29:03.850+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah... a fresh start...yet again</title><summary type='text'>Well, here is the incarnation of my blog the 'arbitorbit'.Anywayz, SO, why is it that I am so much more sensitive to what things are happening around??? Probably cos, my making is such. Ok, globe part aside... Am in a retrospective mood offlate. I realize that most of my batchmates' "Intelligent" talk is nothing but hogwash. No, not a feeling I can actually realize that. Am startin to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/feeds/110462754384937331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9892657&amp;postID=110462754384937331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110462754384937331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9892657/posts/default/110462754384937331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyarbitinorbit.blogspot.com/2005/01/ah-fresh-startyet-again.html' title='Ah... a fresh start...yet again'/><author><name>Sentimental Fool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266601126169232098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
