<?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-20386977</id><updated>2011-09-06T00:18:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inquietesque</title><subtitle type='html'>--- Meandering Words ---</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113651451615906503</id><published>2006-01-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:41:18.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Eulogy to all my half done posts</title><summary type='text'>Yes, a week into my blogging career I have racked up a whole stack of half done passages. Some with creative titles like "The Incredible Ambivalence of Being", some not so creative ones like, "LA vs. Manhattan". I pondered over these little handicapped compositions today and decided that I will lay them rest once and for all.So here is the Eulogy, dedicated to five little word medlies.My little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113651451615906503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113651451615906503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113651451615906503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113651451615906503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2006/01/eulogy-to-all-my-half-done-posts.html' title='A Eulogy to all my half done posts'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113642644680716546</id><published>2006-01-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:00:46.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakish Bees</title><summary type='text'>As I read Sepoy’s post about the freakishly good kids in the Bee, I was reminded of the documentary film on the 1999 Bee, Spellbound (2002). The documentary profiled ten of the kids that were in the National Bee that year, all from varying backgrounds. The film was well made, with many inspiring stories about kids making it against some pretty stiff odds. A desi kid, Nupur Lala, eventually won </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113642644680716546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113642644680716546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113642644680716546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113642644680716546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2006/01/freakish-bees.html' title='Freakish Bees'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113641304169441489</id><published>2006-01-04T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:17:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intel Inside is out</title><summary type='text'>The all too familiar Intel Inside logo &amp; tag line are being phased out. With Intel’s business strategy shifting from its traditional core business of computers to consumer products, they favor a new tag line called Leap Ahead. Since I come from the world that is constantly pushing the envelop in computing power, it is interesting to see how the PC gaming industry is now the driving force in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113641304169441489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113641304169441489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113641304169441489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113641304169441489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2006/01/intel-inside-is-out.html' title='Intel Inside is out'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113617150381020344</id><published>2006-01-01T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:54:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parva, by Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa</title><summary type='text'>Last year my mother was able to find an English translation of the legendary epic Parva by Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa. She was very relieved since we were asking her to translate Parva for us after she finished translating Dr. B. G. L. Swamy's Hasira Honnu (Green Wealth). Dr. Bhyrappa retired as a professor of philosophy in Manasagangotri (Mysore University). "Parva" means epoch. True to its title the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113617150381020344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113617150381020344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113617150381020344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113617150381020344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2006/01/parva-by-dr-s-l-bhyrappa.html' title='Parva, by Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113613867436717351</id><published>2006-01-01T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:24:23.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2006</title><summary type='text'>A new year dawns (yawns). The day has begun late, the excuse being insomnia due to a recently concluded trip to the west coast (yes, I will say it, "I got jetlag from a trip to the west coast") and a late night "Spanglish" indulgence. It is the first time in several years now that I have stayed up beyond the mid-night hour on new year's eve: funny do you say? Especially since millions do exactly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113613867436717351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113613867436717351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113613867436717351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113613867436717351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-2006.html' title='New Year 2006'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20386977.post-113608330764284861</id><published>2005-12-31T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:43:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.</title><summary type='text'>"Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur" means "Anything said in Latin, is profound". The name of my latest attempt at writing is "inquietesque", which being the Latin word for "restless". Although the writing may only aspire to be profound, the restlessness is certainly not an aspiration. It is perhaps something more ingrained in my personality. The restlessness perhaps stems from my love for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/feeds/113608330764284861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20386977&amp;postID=113608330764284861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113608330764284861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20386977/posts/default/113608330764284861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inquietesque.blogspot.com/2005/12/quidquid-latine-dictum-sit-altum.html' title='Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.'/><author><name>inquietesque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03373775702701175881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/6460/320/Picture%20001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
