<?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-21755539</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:03:09.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errare humanum est perseverare diabolicum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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-21755539.post-114259179969884538</id><published>2006-03-17T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:53:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TIME OF MADNESS</title><summary type='text'>Having been born and brought up in tamland, HOLI had been a very minor and subdued affair, but this was soon going to change.  The fifteenth of march was the day that made me understand what the festival is all about. Its a lot more than just a hindu spring festival,as answers.com puts it. Its the license for people to go bonkers,  forget  about everything thats been weighing heavily in their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114259179969884538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21755539&amp;postID=114259179969884538&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/114259179969884538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/114259179969884538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-of-madness.html' title='THE TIME OF MADNESS'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21755539.post-114071251926657949</id><published>2006-02-23T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T04:48:53.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING LIKE MUSIC</title><summary type='text'>Is there a force that can release you from the clutch of music, or even match its pull ?No. A taste for music is something that need not be administered via intra-venal fluids. There can be no living being alive who hasn't heard or sung or howled or brayed or hooted or C2'oed(thats a totally exclusive form,the only living exponent,not that it was there before his time,being ,ob da machan!) some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/114071251926657949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21755539&amp;postID=114071251926657949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/114071251926657949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/114071251926657949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-like-music.html' title='NOTHING LIKE MUSIC'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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-21755539.post-113955970149708356</id><published>2006-02-10T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:39:35.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POST SAARANG BLUES</title><summary type='text'>SAARANG,the cul-fest of IITM is undoubtedly the most anticipated event in the entire year for every college student in this part of the country. One very interesting feature of this fest which runs for 6 days(including the inaugural day called day 0) , during which all present are treated to an amazing display of talent,skill,wit and creativity in the plethora of events that are held, is that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113955970149708356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21755539&amp;postID=113955970149708356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113955970149708356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113955970149708356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-saarang-blues.html' title='POST SAARANG BLUES'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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-21755539.post-113888775522575241</id><published>2006-02-02T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:21:50.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INCESSANT CONFLICT WITHIN</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you have said something you know you shouldn't have said,but you also know you couldnt have acted otherwise due to the spontaneity of the situation and your natural self. Why is it not always right to speak whats in your heart instead of routing it through inbuilt tampering machine,the mind. Why do our words and actions always have to be processed and mutated to suit those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113888775522575241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21755539&amp;postID=113888775522575241&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113888775522575241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113888775522575241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/incessant-conflict-within.html' title='THE INCESSANT CONFLICT WITHIN'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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-21755539.post-113879030540495854</id><published>2006-02-01T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:24:30.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING</title><summary type='text'>It was a fine morning when I entered the hallowed portals of the place that was going to be my home for another four years(unless of course I develop such a liking to the place that I decide to erode the benches longer than is necessary).Quite a nice place, it seemed to be.Serene, with greenery everywhere, a surprising sight right in the middle of the teeming jungle of concrete that the once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/feeds/113879030540495854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21755539&amp;postID=113879030540495854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113879030540495854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21755539/posts/default/113879030540495854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohwhatfart.blogspot.com/2006/02/beginning.html' title='THE BEGINNING'/><author><name>shyam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943587528365172326</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></feed>
