<?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-19274173</id><updated>2011-11-01T12:34:11.974-04:00</updated><category term='Enchanting tales'/><category term='Favourites'/><category term='Reminiscence'/><category term='Joie de vivre'/><category term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6052625999687401433</id><published>2010-11-03T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:35:58.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to perish???</title><summary type='text'>Really!!! So it has been more than 6 months since my last post - my longest haitus to date. Acha tell me, why did my Indirank (ranking at Indiblogger.com) kept going up while I was on a haitus. Is that an indication of my quality of writing? Was I getting penalised each time I blogged - well, I will find out at the end of this month. It wasnt long ago that I was this single carefree damsel bored </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6052625999687401433&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6052625999687401433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6052625999687401433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-to-perish.html' title='Time to perish???'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7448910865579623115</id><published>2010-04-16T16:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:33:08.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the big firms...</title><summary type='text'>Goldman is getting into something big! "The Securities and Exchange Commission on Friday charged Goldman Sachs Group Inc. with defrauding investors, alleging that Goldman let a big hedge fund fill a financial product with risky subprime mortgages and then failed to disclose that to the product's buyers.The SEC said in the civil complaint that Goldman and Fabrice Tourre, then vice president, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7448910865579623115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7448910865579623115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7448910865579623115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-big-firms.html' title='At the big firms...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-7043493998605196113</id><published>2010-04-16T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:15:35.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the bride</title><summary type='text'>While I type this out, I am also watching "My fair wedding with David Tutera" on WE TV. Well, in a way I prefer watching reality shows - most of it could be made up for TRPs but at the end of the day, it isnt a script born out of a brainstorming session. There are always some impromptu moments in a reality show that makes it more endearing, esp to women. I know where you are getting at... I am so</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7043493998605196113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7043493998605196113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7043493998605196113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-bride.html' title='Being the bride'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-3911306981464174477</id><published>2010-04-13T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:30:27.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring and the economy</title><summary type='text'>Spring is here. Officially, statistically and literally. The streets are once again lined with bright hues of varied colors; the paths are filled with falling flowers, their smell varying from pleasant to unpleasant over the course of a few days and the multi-layered jackets are more than happy to lay folded in comfort till the onslaught of next wave of winds, come autumn. The promise of a long, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3911306981464174477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3911306981464174477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3911306981464174477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-and-economy.html' title='Spring and the economy'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8739350722170805597</id><published>2010-04-13T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:38:22.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaat?</title><summary type='text'>Reading newspapers can be interesting. Ok Ok. I know most of us read the news online. Yes, you are all included in the group of 'newspaper readers' or should I use a misleading group title 'news readers'. The stuff that one comes across in these newspapers, I mean the stuff that a'int news in the true sense but rather something that is good to know, i.e., not the stock market/political debate/</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8739350722170805597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8739350722170805597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8739350722170805597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/04/whaaat.html' title='Whaaat?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-4637618039459729996</id><published>2010-03-18T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:03:20.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosanna</title><summary type='text'>I have already done a post on this. You know what, I have changed my mind and hence this follow up post. Watch the video of the Hosanna song from Ye Maya Chesava. Last week, when I watched this movie, I was so turned off by Naga Chaitanya's dance that I didnt go back to listening to the song! That guy seems so awkward dancing to the tune... While I have read many a favorable reviews, all I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4637618039459729996&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4637618039459729996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4637618039459729996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-2713873111291492337</id><published>2010-03-18T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:44:49.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The dental story</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I diligently brushed my teeth, flossed them and used mouthwash - all because I was about to see a dentist today. It is kind of an anti climax, isnt it?Dentists have always played the scare factor in my life, just like the monsters scare the kids in Monsters, Inc. Like any other flashback, mine would start way back during school days - Those days, in the mornings, when all the kids in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2713873111291492337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2713873111291492337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2713873111291492337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/dental-story.html' title='The dental story'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-1692575259066661311</id><published>2010-03-16T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:28:36.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Repo 105, among others</title><summary type='text'>Well. Most of my blog readers have passed through the stage of deciphering accounting case studies during their course work. So I here I bring you the latest topic which I am sure will be the staple of ethics and accounting classrooms in the future - repo 105. Gone are the days of Enron and Arthur Anderson. Usher in Lehman and Ernst &amp; Young (if they are found guilty of not raising the flag on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1692575259066661311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1692575259066661311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1692575259066661311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/repo-105-among-others.html' title='Repo 105, among others'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2426958383226482341</id><published>2010-03-02T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:47:46.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow pics</title><summary type='text'>You have heard about it from your friends or you have read about it in the newspapers or you could have been a part of it - well, for those who were unaffected by the snowstorms over the last month, here are the pics taken from my balcony sometime on the morning of one such day - and the snow continued to drench our streets way past into the night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2426958383226482341&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2426958383226482341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2426958383226482341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-pics.html' title='Snow pics'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/S40y0n1HGII/AAAAAAAABto/a9IpqPCTi8U/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-4547352276025694907</id><published>2010-02-22T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:24:22.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sleeping enough?</title><summary type='text'>The latest article on health says that afternoon napping will make you smarter. "While the findings are preliminary, new research raises the prospect that sleep, specifically a lengthy afternoon nap, prepares the brain to remember things. Think of it as similar to rebooting a computer to get it to work more smoothly."The article talks of a particular state of sleep called REM (Rapid eye movement)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4547352276025694907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4547352276025694907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4547352276025694907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-sleeping-enough.html' title='Are you sleeping enough?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2166238142180311438</id><published>2010-02-15T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:31:37.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently hooked on to</title><summary type='text'>Before you proceed, let me warn you that both of these songs are in Telugu. And before you conclude, let me emphasize that I have not shifted to focusing on 'South India' as a culture at my blog. It just so happens, you see...Have you heard the latest from A R Rahman - Em Maya Chesave in Telugu (Vinnaithaandi Varuvaay in Tamil). Hossana as the song goes is quite catchy (at least in parts) and did</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2166238142180311438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2166238142180311438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2166238142180311438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/02/currently-hooked-on-to.html' title='Currently hooked on to'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6219560684057285714</id><published>2010-02-14T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:23:03.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'eesmart' South Indians</title><summary type='text'>Read this - A Bihar girl called off wedding after she saw the groom's drunk dancing at her 'own' wedding baarat. ‘‘Dancing in a drunken state in such an ‘uncivilized manner’ is not acceptable to me and my family,’’ he (girl's father) said. A desperate Ravi even called in police. Decked in traditional red bridal attire, the girl still didn’t budge.There was always this tinge of dissatisfaction </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6219560684057285714&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6219560684057285714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6219560684057285714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/02/eesmart-south-indians.html' title='The &apos;eesmart&apos; South Indians'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8123035798931152631</id><published>2010-02-13T11:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:26:05.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Olympics and India</title><summary type='text'>We are tired of complaining - complaining that a very few athletes represent the one billion population on the world's sports arena. Come every Olympics, we complain about the lack of infrastructure to train the athletes. Come tennis, we complain that Sania Mirza isnt doing enough about her strokes and that we need someone other than Leander Peas and Mahesh Bhupati to win medals for us.And when </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8123035798931152631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8123035798931152631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8123035798931152631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-olympics-and-india.html' title='Winter Olympics and India'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4416031695868738904</id><published>2010-01-27T08:34:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:19:38.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phir mile sur mera tumhara</title><summary type='text'>As I watched this 16 minute long patriotic song, I had a question cropping up in my head every minute or less. If you have not already watched it, here are the youtube linkshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq31OjsQ124&amp;feature=relatedhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nytoo6jFfNg&amp;feature=relatedNow the questions:1. Bharat Bala Productions, where are you? You leave the patriotic songs to everyone and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4416031695868738904&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4416031695868738904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4416031695868738904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2010/01/phir-mile-sur-mera-tumhara.html' title='Phir mile sur mera tumhara'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-1560711720082490812</id><published>2009-12-30T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:00:37.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To 2009</title><summary type='text'>Here's to 2009 - personally, a very satisfying and eventful year and professionally, a year to forget. I am not the only one who would wish to replace the year 2009 with something better in the long run. All the scores of new graduates and employees across the industries who were threatened by job insecurity momentarily or for a continuous period of time, would be looking forward to working in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1560711720082490812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1560711720082490812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1560711720082490812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-2009.html' title='To 2009'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-4985039392750742901</id><published>2009-12-18T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:30:15.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two great movies this week</title><summary type='text'>Call me indifferent but I was a little curious about finding out what Avatar was all about - the reason I booked tickets for a mid night premiere show on a Thursday night, knowing fully well that husband has to go back to work on Friday. Well, I heard him get up and he was not home by the time I got up. I am sure he went to work on time after say about 2 hours of sleep last night.We werent </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4985039392750742901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4985039392750742901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4985039392750742901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-great-movies-this-week.html' title='Two great movies this week'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8246223124865843538</id><published>2009-12-02T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:43:12.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><summary type='text'>Dear SantaHow have you been? You must be really tired after the grueling shopping schedules during thanksgiving weekend and Cyber Monday.  With recession all around, I am sure your budget must also have shrunk. Did you manage some good deals?Santa, I am writing to you ask a Christmas gift which would not involve you shopping around so much. I saw some frost on the cars, pavements and roof tops </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8246223124865843538&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8246223124865843538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8246223124865843538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7359004780530439145</id><published>2009-11-24T13:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:20:45.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musings</title><summary type='text'>Before penning this one down, I read up this post and all I wanted to say was, I was planning to do a similar post - a post which will be called potpouri. Well, I will title this something else. If I had actually left a comment there, it would have been similar to the way I argue with my husband over 'idea property rights'. For example, when he comes up with some thought/idea/topic, I say, "I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7359004780530439145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7359004780530439145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7359004780530439145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-musings.html' title='Random musings'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-5858380340770957670</id><published>2009-11-20T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:57:37.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again 2012</title><summary type='text'>I might make people envious when I say that my dear husband decided to take me to the movies on a rainy and dull Thursday evening. After an early dinner, he said, " Do you want to watch a movie?" I adjusted myself on the couch to turn towards the TV and said, "Yes." He replied, "Ok. Lets go and watch 2012.""When is the show? It is already 7:15"I am sure he realized that this was the only way I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5858380340770957670&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5858380340770957670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5858380340770957670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/11/again-2012.html' title='Again 2012'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6277412508129767899</id><published>2009-11-16T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:32:14.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lol@ "The Box"</title><summary type='text'>I dont know how many of you have already watched this movie or are coming up with its review on your blog. But for those who are considering watching this Cameroon Diaz starrer, here (article from The Hindu) is what the audience had to say, apparently - "Cameron Diaz’s ‘The Box’ has reportedly been named one of the worst films in history by movie fans.CinemaScore, a company that compiles ratings </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6277412508129767899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6277412508129767899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6277412508129767899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol-box.html' title='lol@ &quot;The Box&quot;'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-1034823736714753420</id><published>2009-11-12T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:13:52.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving back</title><summary type='text'>I would say that for someone who does not naturally belong to his/her community, any effort to understand and build relationships in the community is the best way to become a part of it. Well, honestly, Lehigh Valley (where I live) isnt the most happening place but it has its fair share in the history of this country. And of course the activities - everyone here attends the Bethlehem music </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1034823736714753420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1034823736714753420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1034823736714753420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-back.html' title='Giving back'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4536077348713985382</id><published>2009-11-12T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:51:14.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><summary type='text'>Who will survive 2012? Now that's the question that will lurk in the minds of all movie goers this weekend. Last night, I happened to watch a program (Nostradamus effect: 2012 extinction) on History Channel which looked at various cultures and talked of the significance of Dec 2012. I was definitely not interested in hearing that the world would be hit by catastrophic events on that day but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4536077348713985382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4536077348713985382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4536077348713985382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-7062100447199181473</id><published>2009-10-29T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:41:39.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary Road</title><summary type='text'>Last night, when I closed this book, all I could ask myself was, "Why did the book end the way it did?" An intense story of April and Frank Wheeler, a couple disillusioned with their surroundings, it tracks their story over an year peeking into their shortcomings, their internal struggle, their likes and dislikes in each other, their childhood, their romance and their neighbors - the Campbells. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7062100447199181473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7062100447199181473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7062100447199181473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/revolutionary-road.html' title='Revolutionary Road'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-5673414158985883015</id><published>2009-10-28T10:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:12:24.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh...what?</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if these scenarios have a  specific name to them, but I would like to call the look on Seinfeld's face when George or Kramer come up with something weird as duh/what expression - An expression which shows helplessness more because of lack words to retort back or maybe because no words can alleviate the situation..Being married is similar to living with your best buddies - you do </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5673414158985883015&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5673414158985883015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5673414158985883015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/duhwhat.html' title='Duh...what?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-900852058088010885</id><published>2009-10-27T09:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:47:59.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall collection</title><summary type='text'>Not very long ago, I was completely smitten by the onset of spring. The vibrant colors that lined the streets enthralled me whenever I went for a drive. And yay, the feeling is back. The fall is equally beautiful - the colors are a shade darker, the density a little lesser - but that doesn't deprive it of its beauty. A drive through Poconos (the mountains in Pennsylvania) attracts one with all </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=900852058088010885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/900852058088010885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/900852058088010885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-collection.html' title='The fall collection'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/Sub4NypGHWI/AAAAAAAABRw/8MRlGH01SpE/s72-c/DSC01392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3308563010705596791</id><published>2009-10-12T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:09:39.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me coin a term for this phenomena</title><summary type='text'>We all know racism. Racism is when an African American is suspended from a school for an act for which a White kid isnt. Racism is when brown colored people are referred to as coffee dicoction and white colored as milk simultaneously. Racism is when people of certain origin are booed for reasons beyond the obvious. These are just one of the several situations that qualify to be called racist. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3308563010705596791&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3308563010705596791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3308563010705596791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-me-coin-term-for-this-phenomena.html' title='Help me coin a term for this phenomena'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7646422748822406483</id><published>2009-10-12T10:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:09:15.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on menu today?</title><summary type='text'>I am not the only one who has been thinking of food off late. A look at the most emailed @nytimes.com proves my point.Everyone who has been following me on facebook knows about the banana bread I baked. Did I mention that the egg less banana bread that I baked was appreciated by the local aunties - or maybe they were just being nice to the rookie. And all that praise made me complacent and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7646422748822406483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7646422748822406483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7646422748822406483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-on-menu-today.html' title='Whats on menu today?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/StM-iExh6QI/AAAAAAAABRo/3FjuQRHUL3s/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3563269457525705714</id><published>2009-09-22T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:39:47.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Library ,Dan Brown and Other unrelated topics...</title><summary type='text'>Books , ahoy !If you haven't already noted, Dan Brown is out with a new book - The Lost Symbol. Six years after his last book, The Da Vinci Code, the author is back potraying Washington D.C. as the next happening place to look for symbols, clues and cues to obtain powers that would make a man a god - the process of apotheosis. The book picks up pace only after the first 40 - 50 pages. Till then, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3563269457525705714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3563269457525705714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3563269457525705714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/09/library-dan-brown-and-other-unrelated.html' title='Library ,Dan Brown and Other unrelated topics...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-1128824718055928573</id><published>2009-09-10T17:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:18:38.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intern by Sandeep Jauhar</title><summary type='text'>Well, the probability of me reading this book can be best put at nil to negative under normal circumstances, had it not been for my 15 year old cousin.I have been a part of few dinner table conversations, where I am the center point, attracting the attention from the mother and the daughter alike. The mother tells me the advantages of being a doctor and why her daughter should aspire to be one. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1128824718055928573&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1128824718055928573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1128824718055928573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/09/intern-by-sandeep-jauhar.html' title='Intern by Sandeep Jauhar'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/Sql7CMXGj4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/hPd6m9AoPBU/s72-c/intern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3785197392172291165</id><published>2009-08-26T16:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:12:14.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this pure coincidence?</title><summary type='text'>Compare the two excerpts from New Statesman (dated 13 May 2008) and Times of India (dated 27 August 2009)New Statesman: India's transgendered - the Hijras (May 08)With more than 4,000 years of recorded history Hijras have a supposedly sanctioned place in Indian life, but they've faced severe harassment. Are things changing?....the blessing of one of the country’s estimated 200,000 male to female </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3785197392172291165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3785197392172291165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3785197392172291165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-pure-coincidence.html' title='Is this pure coincidence?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-3854680447725439319</id><published>2009-08-25T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:48:33.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat this</title><summary type='text'>On a hot Tuesday afternoon, I am sitting in front of my computer in my pyjamas, munching on to hot popcorn and sipping a can of Coke Zero. While I stuff my mouth with pop corn, three or four at a time, as if I hadnt had a meal in the last two hours, I also contemplate typing with my butter greased fingers. I amble into the kitchen to wash my hands and here I am typing it. Oh well, did I also </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3854680447725439319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3854680447725439319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3854680447725439319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-this.html' title='Beat this'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-3204164937036000981</id><published>2009-08-21T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:54:37.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dev D</title><summary type='text'>Well, everyone has been writing reviews of this 'differently made' movie. I say, watch it. It drags on at certain places. But it is still refreshing or should I say riveting in several ways - You have a hero who pukes after downing several drinks. You have a heroine who is talking dirty. And you have great music. At times, the music seems a hindrance to the flow of the story than as a filler that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3204164937036000981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3204164937036000981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3204164937036000981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/dev-d.html' title='Dev D'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-5276964581727346553</id><published>2009-08-12T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:28:22.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangaru Kodipetta</title><summary type='text'>If you are from AP, in all probability, you know this Chiru song.  Now this has been included in Magadheera - Ram Charan Teja's (Chirenjeevi's son) latest. I haven't been into is movie much, except for the promos I watched at a friend's place.But today, when I heard this song (from Magadheera) for the first time, I was shaking-up-to-the-beats sitting in the chair. No kidding.Check it out  video (</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5276964581727346553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5276964581727346553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5276964581727346553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/bangaru-kodipetta.html' title='Bangaru Kodipetta'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3175910062125122571</id><published>2009-08-05T14:29:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:52:22.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston - A weekend retreat</title><summary type='text'>Beaches. Check. Boat Ride. Check. Ivy leaugue institutions. Check. Tourist friendly. Check. More than 350 years of history. Check. Many of the firsts in the US. Check. A part of American Revolution. Check.If you went to Boston hoping to see a crowded downtown landscape with tall sky scrapers all over, you would be disappointed. Boston is one of the oldest cities in the US and has a fair share in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3175910062125122571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3175910062125122571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3175910062125122571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/boston-weekend-retreat.html' title='Boston - A weekend retreat'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SnrkxB6Pv8I/AAAAAAAAA14/Q2gNsKGf-qo/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-5524594112504548652</id><published>2009-07-29T17:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:54:22.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago...Chicago</title><summary type='text'>Nine months into a serious relationship, trust me. When someone says that what novelists/ movie makers define as romantic might not actually hold true in real life, believe them. For example, if you thought that being together in a horse driven carriage on the streets of Chicago was romantic, well, it wasnt (at least for me). I was engrossed in raising my head so high (that it hurt) to catch a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5524594112504548652&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5524594112504548652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5524594112504548652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicagochicago.html' title='Chicago...Chicago'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SnDQspcMwxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/gmpdPns3-us/s72-c/DSC01098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-9219108823119440256</id><published>2009-07-27T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:55:42.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper clip</title><summary type='text'>Headline: Mechancial engineers make good husbandsMonday, July 27, 2009Incredible as it may seem, the latest research conducted by the Society for Marry the Right Man (SMRM) says that Mechanical engineers make the most innovative husband. The findings reflect research over a period of seven months conducted in their laboratory based in Allentown.One housewife who took part in the research shared </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9219108823119440256&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9219108823119440256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9219108823119440256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/newspaper-clip-athenawork-daily.html' title='Newspaper clip'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/Sm3p_EuHudI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7JMB2bchu7c/s72-c/newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6722409712202938586</id><published>2009-07-26T21:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:04:44.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream on...</title><summary type='text'>Check out the poem in my other blog...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6722409712202938586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6722409712202938586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6722409712202938586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-on.html' title='Dream on...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8452079199439298260</id><published>2009-07-22T16:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:31:09.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OLX: Interview with Amarjit Batra (Country Manager, India)</title><summary type='text'>I have interviewed Amarjit Batra, Country head of OLX, an online classifieds website with presence in 87 countries (39 languages). Mr. Batra has been very forthcoming in his answers and it was great to see a prompt response from his end. Below is an introduction to the company (click for press release), followed by the interview. Scroll down to read about Mr. Batra. Hope you will check their </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8452079199439298260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8452079199439298260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8452079199439298260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/olx-interview-with-amarjit-batra.html' title='OLX: Interview with Amarjit Batra (Country Manager, India)'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/Smd-PdsdsmI/AAAAAAAAAzc/StBatfMNc1M/s72-c/banner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8670706361316543144</id><published>2009-07-22T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:38:21.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: coming to the fore with the four</title><summary type='text'>Carrying forward the tag from rads, here are my fours4 places I have livedWhitehall - A part of Lehigh Valley, I love this place for my first coldest winter. My first home after marriage, this will forever remain among my favoritesSydney - Lovely weather, friendly people and good income. What else do you want to live happily in a place?Hyderabad - I was born here. Studied LKG, roamed around the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8670706361316543144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8670706361316543144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8670706361316543144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag-coming-to-fore-with-four.html' title='Tag: coming to the fore with the four'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-3671441964200136034</id><published>2009-07-17T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:34:17.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a good book. Any ideas?</title><summary type='text'>I need a good book to read - a book that would throw me into a world filled with its characters, that are entangled in their web of emotions. The last time I had read something so riveting was A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry.The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai failed to excite me, while The Great Indian Novel by Shashi Tharoor hasnt been lucky enough to get my complete attention. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3671441964200136034&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3671441964200136034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3671441964200136034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-good-book-any-ideas.html' title='Need a good book. Any ideas?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-9118885498590462987</id><published>2009-07-17T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:53:15.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interested to help?</title><summary type='text'>This is a great idea to give back to the society. The following is an email from Chillibreeze, where I freelance as a writer. Hope my blog reaches out to people who want to give their support to this cause. Chillibreeze recently published "A Tale of Two  Magic Potions", a comic book designed to spread Malaria awareness. The aim of  the book is to engage, entertain and educate school going kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9118885498590462987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9118885498590462987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9118885498590462987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/interested-to-help.html' title='Interested to help?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-195871605231549978</id><published>2009-07-17T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:37:49.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time ahoy!</title><summary type='text'>One of the many reasons I so much love this summer is the contrast between two pictures - it is the view from our bedroom windowI know I suck at photography... but yeah, you got my point right!PS: Expect the next post to be on Chicago, my weekend retreat :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=195871605231549978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/195871605231549978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/195871605231549978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-time-ahoy.html' title='Summer time ahoy!'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SmCMA_83BSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Lxyto47BwEg/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8821532905500796867</id><published>2009-07-16T12:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:28:53.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Music is...</title><summary type='text'>Each of us listen to music - music belonging to different countries , genres, schools, cultures, or rather instruments. I have said this before - a song is like a memory chip that carries certain memories with it. Hence, two  people can have different sort of attachment to the same song.Why does it have to be an attachment? Sometimes it is the sheer depth of the lyrics or the musical melody that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8821532905500796867&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8821532905500796867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8821532905500796867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-is.html' title='Music is...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6259597150573059797</id><published>2009-07-10T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:36:38.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Air India</title><summary type='text'>Q: Is my G.M. stock worth anything?A: Those certificates (if you have them) make a nice souvenir, but shares of old G.M., for the most part, are now worthlessThis is an excerpt from an nytimes article. Today, a new GMC has evolved, rewriting the history of 101 year old company. In India, many see Air India going GM's way. Poor service along with inefficient management has led to the downfall of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6259597150573059797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6259597150573059797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6259597150573059797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/air-india.html' title='Air India'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-935261163973586839</id><published>2009-07-08T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:36:51.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Calicut</title><summary type='text'>I dont intend to make my blog a travelogue but I couldn't help pondering over few of these instances while I was in Calicut (Kerala). Kerala definitely stands out amidst all the places that my family has lived in. The silent mornings interspersed with the chirping birds, the narrow lanes - so narrow that I was almost stuck to the wall on one side of the road while a car passed by (I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=935261163973586839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/935261163973586839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/935261163973586839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/calicut.html' title='Calicut'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7625751391295431796</id><published>2009-07-07T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:04.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah...I just remembered</title><summary type='text'>After penning down the last post, I wondered why in life had I turned so philosophical. Why was I seeking solitude amidst the blogging bliss? Was it time to introspect about life - to turn back to see where I started and to guess where I might end up going? What bothered me was do i really need time to think about myself? If the answer turned out to be yes, then I might have started the real </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7625751391295431796&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7625751391295431796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7625751391295431796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeahi-just-remembered.html' title='Oh yeah...I just remembered'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8505618325592501208</id><published>2009-07-06T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:21.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscence'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><summary type='text'>I know... I know... I know that you have been visiting my blog every now and then to see if there has been an update. You have been wanting to know if I have attempted anything adventurous. You have been hoping to read anything that comes closer to being interesting, if not cliched. You have been waiting to know about any queer incidents involving weird people.My excuse: I have been a vacation ..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8505618325592501208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8505618325592501208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8505618325592501208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2931899807862655738</id><published>2009-06-01T17:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:21.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>Ratial err racial ...</title><summary type='text'>As much I condemn the racial assaults and attack on Indian protesters in Melbourne, I couldnt stop myself from laughing when I came upon this picture in Sydney Morning Herald.Cant these people at least get the banners right!!! Or do they mean to say that people are being treated like rats!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2931899807862655738&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2931899807862655738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2931899807862655738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/06/ratial-err-racial.html' title='Ratial err racial ...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SiRGOb83pDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I7XIHKRTPlo/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8722534311740129299</id><published>2009-05-31T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:34.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Fire! Fire!</title><summary type='text'>It was a calm Sunday late morning. After idling around trying to make a disastrous chutney, we sat down with a MTR ready to eat sambar to accompany the hot idlis.Sunday mornings are meant to be lazy - they are meant for holding your cup of coffee while lazily watching/reading news. For a non morning newspaper reader, mornings are meant for sitting across the table to share the one-of-the-two </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8722534311740129299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8722534311740129299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8722534311740129299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/fire-fire.html' title='Fire! Fire!'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3136400176582132421</id><published>2009-05-27T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:37:55.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Can you invoke a God for me?</title><summary type='text'>Imagine this - Few months ago, all my dad could tell my in laws (before marriage) was that his daughter is a 'bright' student. Knowing my dad, he is sure to have exaggerated it all a bit more, but let us not get into details there. These days...Each time my mother in law calls me, she asks me, "how are you studying for your exam?"Each time someone asks my mom what her daughter is upto, she says, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3136400176582132421&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3136400176582132421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3136400176582132421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-invoke-god-for-me.html' title='Can you invoke a God for me?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8637031711851395054</id><published>2009-05-19T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:38:46.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Bragging time</title><summary type='text'>I wish my 151th post was something more than just bragging about me, but then... I think I can indulge in self praise each time I strike a multiple of 50.- So you got my message right. Though, beyond 150 makes me feel a little old now!- I seem to be moving towards freelancing writing/editing as an alternative career. No, I am not all kidding. I still want to clear cfa level 3 and hope to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8637031711851395054&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8637031711851395054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8637031711851395054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/bragging-time.html' title='Bragging time'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7408042207756654056</id><published>2009-05-15T10:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:38:31.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Priceless!</title><summary type='text'>For a Friday evening outingTee shirt from Tommy Hilfiger - $25 (on sale)Jeans from Express - $50Maybelline face foundation - $30Aveda lip color - $20Revlon eye pencil - $10Revlon eye lash curler - $10Hugo Boss perfume - $50Socks from Adidas - $4Sketcher shoes - $55Sterling silver jewelery - $30 (at gems exhibition)When you are all set to go out, priding in your looks, and you hear, "Look at this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7408042207756654056&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7408042207756654056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7408042207756654056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/priceless.html' title='Priceless!'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8079551756441903452</id><published>2009-05-14T12:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:38:46.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Mid week blues</title><summary type='text'>The above is the analysis of web traffic to my blog, represented by the number of unique visitors (it means unique for each day... doesnt count multiple sessions by a single visitor) since April (when I installed the application). Observe that most traffic comes through on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Mid week blues, I agree. I could sell this data to some HR/OD firm, couldn't I?PS: I am currently </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8079551756441903452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8079551756441903452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8079551756441903452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-week-blues.html' title='Mid week blues'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SgxIzUsukyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/u5GpbKnI8Ko/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-2037009437803016978</id><published>2009-05-13T18:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:38:46.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Honest Scrap Award</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have been tagged and like I mentioned in my post, this has been nagging me since morning. How could I not write, esp when asked to! So here I go with "10 Wierd-Ass punked out facts about myself", as Jam puts it.10. I need variety in my food ;) I prefer three chutneys in my plate, even though I might be eating only one dosa. This habit of mine is killing me now! I spend so much time in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2037009437803016978&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2037009437803016978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2037009437803016978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/honest-scrap-award.html' title='Honest Scrap Award'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SgtYF5mDnFI/AAAAAAAAAjo/imOi78NpBgQ/s72-c/blog_honest_award-from-dphat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8149383509150163492</id><published>2009-05-13T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:38:46.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Awards, recognition and encouragement</title><summary type='text'>These days, whenever I reach a new blog, there is a post talking about blogger friendship awards in the recent blogroll. Jam has been very kind to include me in his list of blogger friendship awards. Thank you, Jam. You have passed me Honesty Scrap, but it will take me some time to get together ten such lines about me!Most of my blog followers are friends from IIM who have finally succumbed to my</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8149383509150163492&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8149383509150163492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8149383509150163492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/awards-recognition-and-encouragement.html' title='Awards, recognition and encouragement'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-6192215326202611608</id><published>2009-05-12T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:39:01.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>The urge</title><summary type='text'>Most of you would be familiar with the situation described below:You are restless. All you want to do is to run home now. Waiting for bus sometimes can be really frustrating. "Why didnt I do it in the school? Cant my olfactive senses keep up with the surroundings in the times of emergencies, for once? Well, now that I am waiting here, I will think positively about reaching home." There is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6192215326202611608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6192215326202611608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6192215326202611608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/urge.html' title='The urge'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7494456238497337826</id><published>2009-05-12T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:39:01.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Bake off!</title><summary type='text'>"This chocolate cake looked yummy and tasted great," I mused when I sifted through my archives the other day, and landed at the eggless chocolate cake that Avih baked for Shradha. And at that very instant, a thought was born, which culminated in an action - an action that has shown its repercussions on my husband's gastronomical desires. I decided to bake!It all started with two ripened bananas </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7494456238497337826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7494456238497337826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7494456238497337826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/bake-off.html' title='Bake off!'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-5398719943603342245</id><published>2009-05-11T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:39:01.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Baby shower</title><summary type='text'>"Dad, I have a busy Sunday tomorrow. I have this invitation for baby shower. It is a 'ladies only' event.""Ok. Sounds good. btw, what is a baby shower?""Hmmm...dont know. I just saw the invitation and it looked good. Yeah right. The invitation mentioned a girl's name. I think it is like barasala (child naming ceremony). Since it has the name already, maybe they just have a function to celebrate </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5398719943603342245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5398719943603342245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5398719943603342245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-shower.html' title='Baby shower'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4047879488222875383</id><published>2009-05-08T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:39:01.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Doli saja ke rakhna</title><summary type='text'>'Srirastu...subhamastu... sreekaram chuttukundi pelli pustakam...' If you are from AP, in all probability, you know this song from Pellipustakam! I have watched this movie more than twice and I am sure most of the people I know have. This has some of the best comedy scenes of Rajendra Prasad. This movie is in my list of Rajendra Prasad favs: Aa okate adagaku( "after one year when I will be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4047879488222875383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4047879488222875383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4047879488222875383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/doli-saja-ke-rakhna.html' title='Doli saja ke rakhna'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2644009159886307490</id><published>2009-05-08T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:25.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Dog lover</title><summary type='text'>You are dog lover if- Whenever a dog passes by, you stop to stare at it longingly. You walk over to the dog's owner, give him/her a big smile and a complement, pat the dog, find out  the name and the breed, and walk back with delight- When you are in a car and you see a dog in another car, you give out its breed and vital statistics to the person sitting next to you- When you see a rare dog in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2644009159886307490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2644009159886307490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2644009159886307490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-lover.html' title='Dog lover'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-4397482348717420138</id><published>2009-05-04T16:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:11.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Fruit Bowl</title><summary type='text'>It usually so happens that you are expected to 'bring something to the table', literally, when you are invited for lunch/dinner. More so, if you are homemaker.The other Sunday, we were invited for lunch by my husband's colleague. The previous evening, while we driving, I kept coming up with ideas - as many as one for each red light that we passed. Alu bonda and pakoda seemed obvious choices but </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4397482348717420138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4397482348717420138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4397482348717420138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruit-bowl.html' title='Fruit Bowl'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/Sf9S3vbkadI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0Kg5cF0cNn0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-5824513922050118428</id><published>2009-05-04T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:06.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>Brand Loyalty</title><summary type='text'>Not much of  a marketing student, but I wonder if being brand loyal is a comfortable option for the consumer.Each time we reach the payment counter at a grocery, my husband brings out a set of cards dangling on his key chain. There are a bunch of 'membership' cards for each of the major grocers - Giant, Wegmans, Weis, Acme... If I am being lured into being a member, isnt it ideal that I am a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5824513922050118428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5824513922050118428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5824513922050118428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/brand-loyalty.html' title='Brand Loyalty'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-11370727821927964</id><published>2009-05-04T11:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:06:00.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><summary type='text'>At the opticals yesterday, a middle aged American lady shouted across the counter to the optician fixing her new pair of glasses, "Could you please spray some sanitizer on it. I am not sure how many have tried it before!" The closest I can come to describing this is hypochondriac or paranoic."Shut your mouth, you filthy, unhygenic swine," she might retort (the reason why I never said it aloud!), </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=11370727821927964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/11370727821927964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/11370727821927964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-9131546622443512532</id><published>2009-04-29T12:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:01:56.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Washington D.C.</title><summary type='text'>I wasnt on a sabattical, to be honest. I was just plain lazy to update my blog. It is like calm after the storm (my all-so-regular-posts few weeks ago)!I am in love with my blog so much that I am torturing myself to type. I have sprained my neck and my neck movements are restricted to 60 degrees horizontal when sitting straight and 20 degrees horizontal when lying down! After popping in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9131546622443512532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9131546622443512532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9131546622443512532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/washington-dc.html' title='Washington D.C.'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8196951303673817322</id><published>2009-04-17T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:01:45.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Underdog</title><summary type='text'>We all love underdogs, esp in a reality shows. We end up rooting for the underdog - some who does not have all the takings of a winner but has 'that' something which touches your heart. It was true for slumdog millionaire which went on to win several oscars. At the end of it, it was a simple story with the most touching aspect of it -"how two lost friends meet up when they grow" along with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8196951303673817322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8196951303673817322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8196951303673817322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/underdog.html' title='Underdog'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4196735523278918260</id><published>2009-04-16T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:02:05.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>That was just a dream!</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I had made a staunch resolution that come what may, I will finish a study session today (of about 60 pages).  I was up by 7:30 am to study. I wanted to study. I wanted to get away from this nagging feeling of oh-my-god-i-might-flunk-the exam. I wanted to learn about asset allocation - strategic and tactical. I wanted to get back to my finance basics.8:30 am - For an hour, I am busy </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4196735523278918260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4196735523278918260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4196735523278918260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-was-just-dream.html' title='That was just a dream!'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7786142405467055773</id><published>2009-04-15T23:39:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:02:12.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>An offer to publish</title><summary type='text'>I usually come across ppl who tell me that they are  too shy to write. Some of them have resigned themselves to the fact that they  can never write well, though they still nudge the hope of writing what they  think and feel - an urge to shout out to the world whats bothering your mind -  it could be a story, a concept, a movie review, a book review, a gadget review,  a daily update, a stock </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7786142405467055773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7786142405467055773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7786142405467055773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/offer-to-publish.html' title='An offer to publish'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2028912605994119979</id><published>2009-04-15T14:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:28.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Some tidbits</title><summary type='text'>First timerI have a feeling that I am soon going to flunk an examination, for the first time in my academic history. For the impending CFA Level 3 examination in June, when I looked at the course material today, it seemed vast and impossible to comprehend and master in the next 6-7 weeks unless I am 'only' studying for the exam!Not to worry. This will join the list of many forgettable 'first </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2028912605994119979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2028912605994119979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2028912605994119979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-tidbits.html' title='Some tidbits'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3402467002184829531</id><published>2009-04-14T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:21.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>See-a-til</title><summary type='text'>This was my second trip to Seattle and like the last one, it rained every day that I was there! And I sure must have gained another 2-3 pounds, thanks to the 'special meals' coz we were visiting my sister's family for the first time after our wedding. The gorging didn't start during the flight though. Though it was a 6 hr long flight, the only 'food' that we were served was two rounds of a can of</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3402467002184829531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3402467002184829531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3402467002184829531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-til.html' title='See-a-til'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8087088570520706188</id><published>2009-04-14T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:46.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Six Suspects</title><summary type='text'>It is unusual that I dedicate a blog post to a book. But this one warrants one.I picked this book in Kozhikode when I went home for Diwali and finally managed to read it on my the flight to Seattle, some five months later! And the trigger event was actually the book Q&amp;A, which I happened to pick up at Sydney airport while heading home for Diwali.Six Suspects revolves around a murder of an </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8087088570520706188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8087088570520706188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8087088570520706188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-suspects.html' title='Six Suspects'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J4V_KTFv_o4/SeS-MDwPsYI/AAAAAAAAAio/2MvnkE4nOMM/s72-c/six-suspects.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8465693371936844607</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:41.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Rakhi ka Swayamvar</title><summary type='text'>If you are not already aware of this piece of news, here you go - Rakhi Sawant wants to get married in  a reality show in which she would screen applicants across the country. It will be aired on NDTV Imagine, whom she refers to as her 'sasuraal wale'. Excerpts from her interview - "Duniya bhar se heere aayenge auditions ke liye... (‘gems’ from across the world will come for the auditions)..." "I</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8465693371936844607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8465693371936844607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8465693371936844607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/rakhi-ka-swayamvar.html' title='Rakhi ka Swayamvar'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2508563201761249928</id><published>2009-04-08T16:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:09:54.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>The NEW look !</title><summary type='text'>How do you like the new look of my blog. I started off with the idea of making it more interactive and ended up with something like this! It feels good though... I now understand how excited Rajnikanth would have been with his new look in Basha or Sivaji.I always considered my writing style to be funny. My friends supported my belief and I took pride in it. Last night, I asked my husband to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2508563201761249928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2508563201761249928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2508563201761249928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-look.html' title='The NEW look !'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-9145905267759614043</id><published>2009-03-18T16:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:09:15.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Erra bus</title><summary type='text'>I feel like a over protective mother who feels very guilty when she finds that her baby has been ignored for a long time. Returning to my blog after almost a month makes me say this.Did I just say a baby? That was because I saw a baby in a live ultrasound scan for the first time this morning. Before you rush down to the comments section to ask about my health, wait, it wasnt me. I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9145905267759614043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9145905267759614043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9145905267759614043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/03/erra-bus.html' title='Erra bus'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-1097410283158872193</id><published>2009-02-27T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:06.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Masakali masakali</title><summary type='text'>Delhi 6 was a bad movie. In its essence, the movie lacked a sense of direction. Maybe it makes artistic sense, but to an ordinary cine goer like me, it didnt quite make much sense. I don't like jumbled puzzle for a movie, unless you are talking of Memento. Delhi 6 left me so much puzzled that I thoroughly enjoyed Billu Barber, which I watched next. It left me wondering why was SRK dancing so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1097410283158872193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1097410283158872193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1097410283158872193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/masakali-masakali.html' title='Masakali masakali'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-3203921715474365744</id><published>2009-02-05T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:06.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><summary type='text'>This is in continuance to the previous post. After few other friends suggested that we watch the movie, K and I sat down to watch this one, last evening.And the puzzled look on K's face in the end said it all. Why is this movie an Oscar favorite. What is it that makes it so special than any other Indian movie based in slums.I have been waiting for that "Oscar" moment all through , only to realise</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3203921715474365744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3203921715474365744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3203921715474365744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4835637660486285916</id><published>2009-02-03T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:09:41.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>400,000 and more to go</title><summary type='text'>I was amused when I saw the news at TOI website - Three women abduct, rape man in Karachi. Is this like some payback time ? Are we nearing the end of kaliyuga? Arent there 400,000 odds years left before the kaliyuga ends and a new cycle begins (From the internet: According to the Vedic system 1OOO Yuga cycles equals One Day of Brahma. 1 Yuga cycle equals 4,320,000 years, made of 4 yugas. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4835637660486285916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4835637660486285916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4835637660486285916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/400000-and-more-to-go.html' title='400,000 and more to go'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-9199113933149484748</id><published>2009-01-29T07:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:09:36.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><title type='text'>Why watch Superbowl?</title><summary type='text'>The economic outlook is bleak everywhere. And this isnt the news that is hidden in the front pages of business newspapers anymore. I am sure all the newschannels in India would be running a special series on the economic outlook, the explanation of the economic terms, the ideas and consipiracies plotted by segments of the society to further hinder the economic growth, impact on common man and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9199113933149484748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9199113933149484748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9199113933149484748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-watch-superbowl.html' title='Why watch Superbowl?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-6174974832656596540</id><published>2009-01-27T16:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:06.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>To U.S</title><summary type='text'>I cringed when I saw that last update on my blog was on Nov 23rd. Well, I live in a different world now - if I can explain it in terms of scenario analysis, the input parameters have changed dramatically since then. What bother me now are very strategic questions - Will the left over curry from last night be sufficient for lunch? Should bhindi be left on the stove till it changes color ? When </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6174974832656596540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6174974832656596540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6174974832656596540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-us.html' title='To U.S'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-416556801545285787</id><published>2008-11-23T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:06.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Adios Sydney - from Singapore</title><summary type='text'>While my last post was written from Dubai International, the current post is from a free internet kiosk in Singapore International.. And the time in transit between these two airports, i.e the last 20 days has been phenomenal in many ways.Its official now! Add me to the list of the growing unemployed numbers of the world. And also to the list of all those who are no more 'single'.Sydney is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=416556801545285787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/416556801545285787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/416556801545285787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/11/adios-sydney-from-singapore.html' title='Adios Sydney - from Singapore'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4127581049916276103</id><published>2008-10-27T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:49.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Dubai International</title><summary type='text'>Sitting near the long queue, while not being a part of it, I am already drawing a few stares for scribbling something effortlessly yet with all the concentration and, for not queuing up with the rest to board the flight.Well, this is the Dubai International airport and I am like a another soldier in a battalion full of semi/temporary/permanent NRI's yearning to visit the nation to proclaim their </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4127581049916276103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4127581049916276103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4127581049916276103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/dubai-international.html' title='Dubai International'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-1895713678108825066</id><published>2008-10-11T22:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:20:41.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Books.</title><summary type='text'>There is something magical about the Indian sub continent that comes across in writing. Maybe it is the stark contrast of the natural beauty with that of the human living conditions. Or maybe it is the internal struggle which so much seems to be a part of the lives. I wouldn't expect a Jeffery Archer's or John Grisham's protagonist to go through an internal struggle any closer to this. Their </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1895713678108825066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1895713678108825066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1895713678108825066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/books.html' title='Books.'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-7234203769820476688</id><published>2008-10-07T06:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:37.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond Reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Yawn yawn yawn ...</title><summary type='text'>Getting out of bed this morning seemed like a Herculean task. I felt as if I was chained to the bed with some imaginary chains, my eyes sealed with dreams and the pulled over bed sheet pinned over my body. The loud pitched crooning of the alarm clock failed to break the bonds of the sleep for more than an hour inspite of the 5 successive shouts due to snoozing. At 6:55, when I finally thought I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7234203769820476688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7234203769820476688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7234203769820476688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/yawn-yawn-yawn.html' title='Yawn yawn yawn ...'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8394788253606234081</id><published>2008-10-05T13:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:19:38.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><title type='text'>Surprises</title><summary type='text'>I think I already wrote about this, but I love it when you don't have to be at work on a Monday. And this Monday is a holiday in Australia. so here comes my long weekend during which, I was initially planning to be in India attending Footprints (IIM Indore alumni meet). Most (should say around 90%) of my friends made it to the campus to listen to the diro's boring speech while I was chilling out </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8394788253606234081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8394788253606234081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8394788253606234081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-1518142722143084881</id><published>2008-10-04T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:19:38.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joie de vivre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>A circle - world or zero</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading 'A fine balance' by Rohinton Mistry, a book that makes your innards twist with disgust and empathy. The books tracks the story of four individuals in India from 1975-1984, with most of it focusing on the situation in the country during the emergency. I mention disgust, because when I was reading the book, not for once that I was thinking that it was all made up. It left me</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1518142722143084881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1518142722143084881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1518142722143084881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/circle-world-or-zero.html' title='A circle - world or zero'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4439937197350182590</id><published>2008-09-28T07:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:33:01.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masala Quiz - Sep 28</title><summary type='text'>As promised, but with only 5 questions. Hoping for more answers this time around..1. These fables are still taught as moral lessons and used as subjects for various entertainments, especially children's plays and cartoons. All of these cannot be attributed to X though the fables go with his name. For the fables attributed to X, X is not said to have written them down and instead they have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4439937197350182590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4439937197350182590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4439937197350182590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/masala-quiz-sep-28.html' title='Masala Quiz - Sep 28'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-1924976894930827465</id><published>2008-09-21T07:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:54.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Mavidikaya</title><summary type='text'>Mavidikaya - thats what a raw mango is called in Telugu.Last night when I made mavidikaya pappu for the first time ever, I just had to write this post. Not that it is summer here yet, I happened to come across a packet of frozen raw mangoes at the Indian grocery store.A mango has a lot of significance in the Andhra cuisine (not sure about the other ones) and I am sure something or the other made </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1924976894930827465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1924976894930827465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1924976894930827465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/mavidikaya.html' title='Mavidikaya'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-7887241472929106136</id><published>2008-09-14T07:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:49:28.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Masala Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Been a long time since the last one.. here we go with some easy questions.. as always, no googling required1. 'ripe chance woods', 'cute poison', 'english fitz percy'.. who or what am I talking about ?2. This is country which is not inhabited in the center and most of the population resides in the mountains present at its borders. The center is supposed to be one of the most miserable places in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=7887241472929106136&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7887241472929106136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/7887241472929106136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/masala-quiz.html' title='Masala Quiz'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-8355359070351123056</id><published>2008-09-08T07:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:37.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>prasang: hindi</title><summary type='text'>Mananeya mahodaySeva mein divedan hai ki is hafte yeh vishleshan avem suchana patt mein khaas samachar ki kami ke kaaran koi nayi vishaya ki charcha jari nahin hain. vishay paricharcha mein rukavat ke liye maphi chahti hoon. aapke sahanasheelata ki mein aabhari The last time I wrote a letter in Hindi was when I went to complain about my lost mobile at an Indore police station. Thanks to my Hindi </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8355359070351123056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8355359070351123056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8355359070351123056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/mananeya-mahoday-seva-mein-divedan-hai.html' title='prasang: hindi'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-6124929098762104470</id><published>2008-08-31T04:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:23:29.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Are you bored as well ?</title><summary type='text'>Absolute bliss - when you go through 27MB of music and listen to some of the oldies. Each song that you go back to listen to has a story, I believe. It brings some memories with it, some tenderness, some funny incidents, little reverie or just makes you feel good.I am currently listening to 'Kya maine socha..one love is all we need'. Dont know why we loved/hated this song, but all of us girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=6124929098762104470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6124929098762104470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/6124929098762104470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-bored-as-well.html' title='Are you bored as well ?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-128211345297900658</id><published>2008-08-29T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:23:29.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through an interpreter&apos;s eye'/><title type='text'>Rock on ! (4.5/5)</title><summary type='text'>This time again the third row seat, but from the top and the movie rocked.It is not comparable to DCH, but who wants to see DCH again.All this while I thought it was directed by Farhan Akthar, but I was wrong. It has been produced by Kamlesh Sidhwani and Farhan Akhtar and directed by Abhishek Kapoor (I have never heard of him before).And, this week's must watch guy - Farhan Akhtar. I think he has</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=128211345297900658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/128211345297900658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/128211345297900658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/rock-on-455.html' title='Rock on ! (4.5/5)'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-9083904131180917980</id><published>2008-08-23T06:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:54.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>10-1.2-1</title><summary type='text'>Some of my friends like to read my blog while some simply dont care. If someone asked me, "tell me one good reason why should I read your blog", I would say,"because it has Times New Roman 10 font size with 1.2 line spacing and a minimum of 1 post per week and is in black and white", a rarity in this colorful worldThere are some things that bother me in the corporate world - starting from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9083904131180917980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9083904131180917980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9083904131180917980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-12-1.html' title='10-1.2-1'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8124995155316894126</id><published>2008-08-17T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:37.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Closure</title><summary type='text'>I recently watched a play "An Oak Tree", which was unique in few ways - there were only two actors. The first one is the director /actor who leads the play through its story while the second one is an actor picked for that day's act - an actor who has never seen/heard/read about the play. While the second actor's USP is impromptu acting, the first guy's USP was the way of communicating with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8124995155316894126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8124995155316894126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8124995155316894126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-5717377719756320860</id><published>2008-08-11T06:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:10:22.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Well done !</title><summary type='text'>Abhinav Bindra has acheived a brilliant feat and we have our new star. Forget the cricketers, tennis player and hail in the shooters.Imagine sitting in a crowded auditorium with your grandkid up on the stage, taking part in sports quiz in 2050. The quiz master would ask - who won the first individual Olympic gold for India and when ? And you, sitting among the audience would try every trick to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=5717377719756320860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5717377719756320860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/5717377719756320860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-done.html' title='Well done !'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-2747330951980211836</id><published>2008-08-10T07:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:54.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Talk talks the talk</title><summary type='text'>Snobs - the worst kindMeet my friend X. And this is M..."Nice meeting you""Sorry. Didnt get that""I just said nice meeting you""Oh. I thought that could be your name""Well!"And this is .."Hi. This is S. Hope you got my name correctly""Sorry""I mean. You had a problem getting her name. So I am just making myself clear"Two people smiled at each other, a smile which meant "you are such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2747330951980211836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2747330951980211836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2747330951980211836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/talk-talks-talk.html' title='Talk talks the talk'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-3314734048164192502</id><published>2008-08-10T06:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:10:22.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Singh is King</title><summary type='text'>Watching 'Singh is King' sitting in row 3 from the front is a hilarious experience. It is like a two dimensional version of a 3d movie, if you know what I mean, esp when bright colors fill up all the screen. Now dont run to go and watch the movie sitting in the front row for the 'experience'. It isn't worth the ticket, whatsoever be the price of the ticket. I am sure this was a rip off some old </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=3314734048164192502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3314734048164192502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/3314734048164192502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/singh-is-king.html' title='Singh is King'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-1426013461624471094</id><published>2008-08-04T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:54.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>'U' 'S' of 'A'</title><summary type='text'>This is a post which has been sitting in my drafts and I forgot to post it. Something I wrote down while I was in Seattle -Almost two weeks of everyday shopping has left me tired. I am currently typing this while Ironman is strapped onto my wrists, putting addtional weight on my mobile left hand, forcing it to rest on the keyboard. Ironman is not a guy holding my hand - it is the latest running </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=1426013461624471094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1426013461624471094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/1426013461624471094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/06/u-s-of.html' title='&apos;U&apos; &apos;S&apos; of &apos;A&apos;'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-9169872596317072835</id><published>2008-08-03T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:54.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Cheerful Monday</title><summary type='text'>Its my day off. Mondays make a good holiday than Friday. The second half of Friday is usually lenient but not the first half of Monday. You are still expected to me keep your mind on high alert though you are doing your best to push out of the weekend tiredness.And no, I don't get this day off for working overtime. It is the only exclusive bank holiday in the year like Friday was the only day (</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=9169872596317072835&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9169872596317072835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/9169872596317072835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheerful-monday.html' title='Cheerful Monday'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19274173.post-2660775893054900984</id><published>2008-08-03T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:37.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>So you think you can dance ?</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday morning, I am trying to get up from bed but I dread the pain. I finally pull myself out of the bed. I walk into A's room who is still lying in the bed. I ask her to get out of the bed while she is still lying contemplating the act. When she does, both of us launch into a laugh - a laugh that means "I told you so" and in a moment's time, both of us are holding onto our stomach. Try </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=2660775893054900984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2660775893054900984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/2660775893054900984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So you think you can dance ?'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-4521588809551476220</id><published>2008-07-27T07:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:11:37.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourites'/><title type='text'>Huffing, puffing and snorting out loud</title><summary type='text'>I can safely bet that most of the people passing out of an Indian B school are brand conscious. For example, someone buying a running gear would spend $50 on a Nike singlet rather than $50 on running shoes from an unknown brand. Its all about 'associating "you" with the right thing'. Shopping to me in the US was all about buying a Levi's jacket or a Van Heusen shirt or a Timex running watch at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=4521588809551476220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4521588809551476220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/4521588809551476220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/huffing-puffing-and-snorting-out-loud.html' title='Huffing, puffing and snorting out loud'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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-19274173.post-8309811061925684989</id><published>2008-07-27T06:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:10:22.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanting tales'/><title type='text'>Yeah...back !</title><summary type='text'>Yeah..back! Thats what I have mostly saying as a part of my opening conversation with most of my friends. I did not disappear. Blame my internet connection. Did we ever talk about the services industry in developed world which depend on call centers in low cost locations to solve the customer queries. Try thisMe: Hi. I am calling for our internet connection. It has been 4 weeks since we applied </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19274173&amp;postID=8309811061925684989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8309811061925684989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19274173/posts/default/8309811061925684989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athenaatwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeahback.html' title='Yeah...back !'/><author><name>Mrunalini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373626467204153013</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></feed>
