<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 10:34:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>At the edge of sanity</title><description>we are all about pointless, blatant and unfounded generalizations. that, and a lot of judging. oh, and we  don't do uppercase.</description><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6264818661905558447</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T12:13:14.107-05:00</atom:updated><title>We have moved..</title><atom:summary type='text'>here</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-have-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-1299238911639628284</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-14T22:31:11.524-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why i write about trains..</title><atom:summary type='text'>I have often wondered what compels me to write about trains. I just went over some of the material I have written, mainly prompted by this, and I realized that they seem to pop up in the strangest places. Odd enough as it may seem to you, it has never been a conscious choice.If i delve little deeper into the weirdness that lies within, I could probably come up with flaffy  psycho-analytical </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-i-write-about-trains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-8939148369693057274</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-03T11:00:57.490-04:00</atom:updated><title>Life is beautiful..</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RtwhoLcJDZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kHSYqqjZBWQ/s72-c/lifeisbeautiful.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-869376265012029317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T20:00:10.767-04:00</atom:updated><title>My favorite flavor of ice-cream</title><atom:summary type='text'>Stalagmite, Postojnska Jama, Slovenia (August 2007)</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-favorite-flavor-of-ice-cream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RtS2g7cJDYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oqvsjp88Ubw/s72-c/P1010420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-1413972437960275709</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T19:25:30.809-04:00</atom:updated><title>Amongst other things..</title><atom:summary type='text'>A suspected confirmed tornado hit the houses on my block this morning. You can see a report here. I live about a hundred feet from where the reporter is standing.I was awake and in the loo. It roared for about a minute and water poured in through the bathroom window like someone was spraying it in with a hose. The house shook.A few houses on the street lost their roofs. My roof is intact.I went </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/08/amongst-other-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4391819633490687028</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T15:57:17.636-04:00</atom:updated><title>Overheard in the elevator</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Hey, I see you a lot around these days. What are you working on?""Something completely useless""But publishable?"&gt;Laughter&lt;"You know, when I was at Lehigh, we used to say that a drug is something that when injected into a rat, produces a paper"</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/08/overheard-in-elevator.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6356683449798058672</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-23T10:35:27.537-05:00</atom:updated><title>A story for PGP</title><atom:summary type='text'>Here's one that I first told the night before Holi eleven years ago, at a tin-roofed chai shop, over hot chai and chhota gold flakes. At the time, I was a sophomore at SWITBEI (Somewhat Well-known Institute of technology in Bumblefuck, Eastern India).**SWITBEI is located, amongst other things, at the site of a former political prison where freedom-fighters were tortured *and* the place where the </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-for-pgp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4018974118534644424</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-21T22:48:10.195-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lightwebs</title><atom:summary type='text'>  </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/05/lightwebs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RlJZoA7pHnI/AAAAAAAAADg/C4Enz0q4bZs/s72-c/lightwebs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-834620379616252611</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-15T14:46:50.761-04:00</atom:updated><title>Minimal symbolic art</title><atom:summary type='text'>*                                              ^        )                                                             &amp;                                                                                             &gt;                                :Untitled (2007)By randomly choosing symbols from an array of special characters, the artist becomes a selector - a mere agent of nature - thus breaking </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/05/minimal-symbolic-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4144849757500071068</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-11T14:33:35.721-04:00</atom:updated><title>Once by the pacific</title><atom:summary type='text'>The shattered water made a misty din.Great waves looked over others coming in,And thought of doing something to the shoreThat water never did to land before.The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-by-pacific.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RkS29E1f3kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_MZ2G5cfSTs/s72-c/wave1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-2077078210338228366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-06T16:03:03.589-04:00</atom:updated><title>Tag-tag</title><atom:summary type='text'>In response to BM's this here tag, and after a lot of coaxing1. I talk in my sleep. Not just babble, but carry out entire conversations in seemingly logical ways. It's cause for much consternation amongst people who attempt to do it, especially gfs attempting pillow talk.2. I am mentally playing some beat or the other, and consequently tapping my fingers on something all the time, or tapping them</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag-tag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6179595333730663881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-02T12:32:25.153-04:00</atom:updated><title>A time to act</title><atom:summary type='text'>This thing - it has gone on for too long. It makes me disgusted of myself and irritable all the time. Every day when I look into the mirror, it's not the bloodshot eyes or the stubble that hasn't been trimmed for weeks that bother me - its this thing i have to face as I stare at my reflection.It happens to me from time to time, you know. It's easy to not watch out and keep track of what you are </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-to-act.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4006594021987944948</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-15T19:15:39.474-05:00</atom:updated><title>My first ever, ever tag (I lie)</title><atom:summary type='text'>In response to the tag by revealed:1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got itScar across my chin. Picked up in a fight that involved an argument over the color of a pumpkin. After much debate about whether a kaddu is orange or green, was decided to settle the issue with a fistfight. Tables were overturned, bottles broken - all Amitabh Bachhan and Vinod Khanna in Amar-Akbar-Anthony </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-ever-ever-tag-i-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-8625288205321491567</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T16:45:56.249-04:00</atom:updated><title>how to ruin a good picture..</title><atom:summary type='text'>  XYZ: When are you posting?  Heh heh: Can’t think of anything. How about a pic?  XYZ: fine    Heh heh: ok, i'm sending you a pic. please to suggest a suitable caption. And i want it done pronto  XYZ: ok  i'll try and think up something dirty :)  Heh heh: i doubt you will, once you look at it  XYZ: oh no  is it something deep?  Haven’t we discussed my allergy towards all things deep?  Heh heh: </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-ruin-good-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RiUwJOCRklI/AAAAAAAAACw/yWG8Eonpiu4/s72-c/sunsetonquietbeachcomp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-5767692704360325981</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T16:54:59.984-04:00</atom:updated><title>Precipice</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is one my favorite pictures, taken about half-way down smith's rock (the rock-face to the left), a volcanic formation in Oregon - a lone climber standing at at a cliff-edge directing his friends who are climbing up this 800 foot free-standing spire of rock called monkey face (what you see here is the head - the 'face' is to the other side). Monkey face, the rock and the climber are framed in</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-and-gloom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RiUoWuCRkjI/AAAAAAAAACg/OtRRLeUb4tg/s72-c/P1010361_comp2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-1948534106689808136</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-05T16:01:39.468-04:00</atom:updated><title>Service Interruption</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen,I'm off to another one of my week-long hikes - will come back with pictures. Blogging will be restricted for the next week or so.Meanwhile, you can enjoy this pic of her royal highness.</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/04/service-interruption.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RhVVa79a0NI/AAAAAAAAACI/CKn-twpfm54/s72-c/noname.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6462715707129497496</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-01T04:46:31.843-04:00</atom:updated><title>Another railroad story</title><atom:summary type='text'>Down by the gates to a well known institute of technology in eastern India is a railway line with a single track. It is not used much - two or at most three sluggish freight trains tugged by a couple of straining engines pass by every day. But this is a special railroad - going beyond the shacks that line it to the left and a crumbling wall to the right, you are transported into a land of paddy </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-railroad-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4109987245026343464</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-24T19:22:52.461-04:00</atom:updated><title>Old Pictures</title><atom:summary type='text'>Do you ever wonder about that place-where-forgotten-memories-go? I imagine it to be like an old age home where the elderly sit around the dining table - complaining about children who never visit. Elated when we revisit them after years of neglect, only to have their hearts broken again as we, unable to resist the seductive pull of a future full of uncertain possibility, leave for a place far, </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6978695551028121967</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 08:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-23T04:56:46.783-04:00</atom:updated><title>Please tell me I'm not losing it..</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-tell-me-im-not-losing-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RgOTuq44HVI/AAAAAAAAABk/yY8Ko00dcEI/s72-c/insomniakiller.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-118057279204994744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-20T00:11:46.440-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cricket and an old man</title><atom:summary type='text'>Cricket is the only sport (apart from basketball) that I actually *care* about. Part of this has to do with the fact that like any self-respecting Maharashtrian, I grew up playing gully-cricket. (I bowl a mean googly, and my straight drives are quite respectable). But a large part comes from many years spent with my cricket crazy Nana (maternal grandfather).On days on which India played a game, </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/cricket-and-old-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-4370902465005235052</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-13T16:30:23.252-04:00</atom:updated><title>you can't teach them no tricks</title><atom:summary type='text'>inspired by revealed and TR's comments on this post.</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-cant-teach-them-no-tricks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RfcJa8tiMSI/AAAAAAAAABc/W_WiicIWueA/s72-c/doggy.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-1995000737121542741</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-11T23:27:29.162-04:00</atom:updated><title>gaaah</title><atom:summary type='text'>A new amigo's joined over at my bagelerie. As bagels go, my place makes some of the best and finest bagels in Noo-Yawk city. It's a sunday ritual for me -  i wake up all bright-eyed and head over for breakfast. Now, if it's a normal sunday, steve-o behind the counter knows what I want, so as I a make a light and sweet coffee for myself, he slices a freshly made bagel down the middle and chucks it</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/gaaah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-9031250516811439687</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-09T00:16:09.147-05:00</atom:updated><title>the most beautiful girl in the world</title><atom:summary type='text'>Meet L, my foster-dog.  She loves nothing more than having her chin scratched and her tummy rubbed. Apologies for the crappy picture quality. It's a camera-phone snap.Ok, now, collectively, 1... 2... 3... "Awwwww"</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/most-beautiful-girl-in-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is9yv689G8k/RfDq18tiMRI/AAAAAAAAABU/yPe8SMGSbfc/s72-c/noname.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-8905084402450361109</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T03:01:50.118-04:00</atom:updated><title>a post with the picture missing</title><atom:summary type='text'>at the foot of the wall, a figure sits hunched over a paper-plate containing some rice and daal. Impossibly thin, sinewy arms poke out of a threadbare blanket thrown around its shoulders to keep the winter morning chill out.He has a stubble and a bony head that makes him look ancient. A few tattered rags cover his wispy white hair. Thick dirty glasses dominate the face - their frame held together</atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/03/post-with-picture-missing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18610138.post-6731105041115057281</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T17:51:38.609-05:00</atom:updated><title>remembering rsj</title><atom:summary type='text'>This blog is all about the nonsensical. We have talked about troupes of dancers seducing mongooses, tricks you can do with a kielbasa, and spitting cobras turning up on power-point slides. We have sung ditties from 80's indian television commercials (with translations to boot!), and we have described strange nightmares full of howling dogs and hummingbirds. We have even prescribed optimal bender </atom:summary><link>http://mentaldeviation.blogspot.com/2007/02/remembering-rsj.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Heh Heh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item></channel></rss>