<?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-3185665</id><updated>2011-07-02T21:03:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socratified....</title><subtitle type='html'>You don't need to be a Socrates fan to be called mad. Just being an uncouth professional would do....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185665.post-200864730193932605</id><published>2007-05-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:23.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation.</title><summary type='text'>
Decide on a meticulously piercing and virtuous rendition technique like the Sufi Qawaali. Handpick a select set of iterative soulful swaras from a pious carnatic raga like Aberi. Blend some aesthetic heartbeat in the form of high-pitched tabla for the sake of rhythm. Add a bit of gentle, measured and audible rain drops in the background along with a gush of zephyr. Paint it all in a dense bluish</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/200864730193932605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185665&amp;postID=200864730193932605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/200864730193932605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/200864730193932605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/2007/05/creation.html' title='Creation.'/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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/_CaVk6X2wPBY/Rj6S6YfU8NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xpLcDRz18C8/s72-c/P1010064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3185665.post-112074490843557273</id><published>2005-07-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:05:57.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Scottsdale...</title><summary type='text'>Foreword: Lifting my article from elsewhere and publishing here on demand - not advertising at this point though just to get a quantitative feel of it's worthlessness...



As anticipated, it turned out to be a memorable, exciting, abnormal and hungry two year stint in Scottsdale. It struck me hard during this period in the desert that there's just a thin &amp; transient line between being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112074490843557273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185665&amp;postID=112074490843557273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/112074490843557273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/112074490843557273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleepless-in-scottsdale.html' title='Sleepless in Scottsdale...'/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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-3185665.post-109981415334162957</id><published>2004-11-06T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:43:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Joy</title><summary type='text'>Bapuji walks briskly followed meticulously by a thousand other khadi-clad men gasping for breath. A dark-skinned old man shows his toothless bliss without the slightest inhibition. Green fields converse intensely with the scorching hot sun. A bespectacled young guy runs to catch the leftovers of a crowded metropolitan bus. Kalam shakes hands with thrilled prep-school kids looking right into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/109981415334162957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185665&amp;postID=109981415334162957' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/109981415334162957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/109981415334162957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/2004/11/pure-joy.html' title='Pure Joy'/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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-3185665.post-6582294</id><published>2001-10-24T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T08:59:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6582294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185665&amp;postID=6582294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/6582294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/6582294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/2001/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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-3185665.post-6582154</id><published>2001-10-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T12:17:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porter's Five Forces and Prep-School Classes
Environmental conditions made Scott Adams describe the moronic HR manager, the comical cubicle dweller and his pathetic monotony. It is indeed very rare that environmental conditions keep the lethal right side of the brain rolling. Through this fact emerges a critical question- How does a human derive value out of his environment?

When exactly did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6582154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3185665&amp;postID=6582154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/6582154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3185665/posts/default/6582154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmind.blogspot.com/2001/10/porters-five-forces-and-prep-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Badri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15195584355851726519</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></feed>
