<?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-12387107</id><updated>2011-07-25T02:21:40.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Chocolates</title><subtitle type='html'>"Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." -- Forrest Gump</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12387107.post-115480449944587499</id><published>2006-08-05T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:01:39.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><summary type='text'>I see this is becoming a collection of sayings. But these sentences bring with me more meaning than I can put in many paragraphs. I will start writing again. So here we go again:"Whatever you think you will be, you will always turn out to be something different." - Ajan Brahm from Buddha's scriptures</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/115480449944587499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=115480449944587499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/115480449944587499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/115480449944587499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2006/08/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-115439862763858151</id><published>2006-07-31T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:17:07.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is Contagious</title><summary type='text'>"Even if someone doesn't agree with you, they will smile too."Just wanted to record it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/115439862763858151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=115439862763858151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/115439862763858151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/115439862763858151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness-is-contagious.html' title='Happiness is Contagious'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-112710638525547391</id><published>2005-09-19T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:06:25.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As is said</title><summary type='text'>Mark Twain said (I think;)"I have had lots of problems in my life; many of which never happened."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/112710638525547391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=112710638525547391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112710638525547391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112710638525547391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-is-said.html' title='As is said'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-112503893068416569</id><published>2005-08-26T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:39:07.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Matter ... So What?</title><summary type='text'>I start with all the ambition in the world. Then I encounter insurmountable obstacles. I find myself missing things I can have, if only I decide to change course. I imagine what life would be if I just stopped now.Does it matter that I succeed? I can always start over later. I might be better at something else. Irrespective of what others might think, I would probably be happier than I am now.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/112503893068416569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=112503893068416569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112503893068416569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112503893068416569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-doesnt-matter-so-what.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Matter ... So What?'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-112058462696679818</id><published>2005-07-29T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:38:13.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Centre of the Universe?</title><summary type='text'>Earth was the center of the universe. It was not scientifically. But it was for all out purposes, for we believed so. It was even decreed by religion. The first guy to think otherwise was considered crazy.Fast forward.Not much has changed in the Cosmos. But something profound has happened. Earth is not the center of the universe. We are looking at the truth. The first step to a better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/112058462696679818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=112058462696679818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112058462696679818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/112058462696679818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/07/centre-of-universe.html' title='Centre of the Universe?'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111725994474037845</id><published>2005-07-09T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:54:14.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Compass</title><summary type='text'>Someone recently asked me what I would do if I found a million dollars in a bag on an empty street. I could not answer that question. What would I do? I might grab the bag and run. I might take it to the police or inform them about it. Or I might walk right past it.But what would I really do?A country went into the first world war, confident of its effective firing power, having heavily trained </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111725994474037845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111725994474037845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111725994474037845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111725994474037845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/07/internal-compass.html' title='Internal Compass'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111945432776735923</id><published>2005-06-22T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:27:21.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing to Write</title><summary type='text'>I want to rewrite the whole thing. Every sentence seemed inadequate. The feeling I have after reading it -- "Did I write this?". On a positive note, "I can do better."I am reading a technical article I had written two years back. The journal in which it is to be published has sent me proofs to verify. It was my first technical article. I was happy with my work when I first wrote it. It was even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111945432776735923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111945432776735923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111945432776735923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111945432776735923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/06/writing-to-write.html' title='Writing to Write'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111725626245098809</id><published>2005-05-27T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:08:58.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><summary type='text'>I watched Star Wars today. I love science-fiction movies. But this is more than a dumb gun-'em-all movie. Do not get drowned in the special effects. Listen to the words. Some of the finest knowledge has been distilled into it. It brings out the fine distinctions between darkness and light.Listen to Darth Sidious. Jedis and the Siths are the same, almost. One group is selfless, and the other is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111725626245098809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111725626245098809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111725626245098809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111725626245098809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111501328434541662</id><published>2005-05-02T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:56:40.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you see?</title><summary type='text'>A few days back, I went to a zoo. I was looking at the ensemble of reptiles from all over the world. The cages were well-lit and custom designed for each animal. They were cleaner than most houses I have seen. There was no trace of any left-overs from lunch. It looked like the animals never had nature's call.Some of them were moving lazily. Most did not care to move. Why would they? These kings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111501328434541662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111501328434541662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111501328434541662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111501328434541662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see?'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111457858094871401</id><published>2005-04-27T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:17:54.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven in sight</title><summary type='text'>It was cloudy and drizzling. Not being in any hurry, I was just ambling home. Some twenty feet ahead of me, there was a guy and a girl. They were looking eastward with their backs facing me. After looking a few moments, the couple kissed each other and looked at each other with dreamy eyes. By now used to this, I continue walking homeward.To my right was a grey SUV approaching me. The girls in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111457858094871401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111457858094871401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111457858094871401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111457858094871401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/04/heaven-in-sight.html' title='Heaven in sight'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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-12387107.post-111429466034437490</id><published>2005-04-23T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:17:40.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><summary type='text'>So I have decided to write. More than a decision, it was about "moving it" to do something I have always wanted.  Now that I have moved in, I really hope (more than anyone else) to make good out of it.  It may not be the greatest thing on earth, but it will be what I want it to be - my space.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/111429466034437490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12387107&amp;postID=111429466034437490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111429466034437490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12387107/posts/default/111429466034437490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://box-of-chocolates.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Sriram K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271140276806688987</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></feed>
