<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305</id><updated>2009-10-02T05:33:57.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ray-Deo</title><subtitle type='html'>Finger finger!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-9097479307854387086</id><published>2009-05-02T13:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:38:42.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your Soul In Mime</title><summary type='text'>- Kerflunk. What's that?- A sound. A sound that denotes?- A mime. Right, and how do you mime a 'Kerflunk'?- Recursive problem, is it not?. One of the biggest facing the world today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/9097479307854387086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-soul-in-mime.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/9097479307854387086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/9097479307854387086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-soul-in-mime.html' title='Your Soul In Mime'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-7442610957140420931</id><published>2008-11-04T00:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:16:35.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Titulus</title><summary type='text'>How many times do you think that your day has gone into a tailspin that you wished to avoid? How many times have you wished that feeling the way you want to feel would be easier? How many more questions will you need before you finally feel that you don't need to ask anymore? How many questions are there anyway (minus the recursive ones)? The world needs a bloody day off.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7442610957140420931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/11/titulus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/7442610957140420931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/7442610957140420931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/11/titulus.html' title='Titulus'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-4727571013320402988</id><published>2008-10-21T20:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:51:31.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Things Happen</title><summary type='text'>Are you bored, pissed off or simply vacuous? Then we've got just the right tonic for you. Its called the Rabbipure juice . Extracted from the oldest rabbi in Jerusalem, yes you read it right Jerusalem, the very same holy city where the followers of Christ ate the followers of Mohammed and then went to the wailing wall to ask for forgiveness. Anyway we digress, so the oldest Rabbi teased and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4727571013320402988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-things-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4727571013320402988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4727571013320402988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-things-happen.html' title='When Things Happen'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-4019641125562260226</id><published>2008-10-19T20:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:45:35.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I hate about my connection</title><summary type='text'>My connection keeps tripping every 20 mins or so and then takes its own sweet time to come back on. So when I'm having a conversation with someone online, I'm the rude one who signs out without notifying. It's very bugging. Reliance Wi-Max, you are making my online entity a rather uncouth person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4019641125562260226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-hate-about-my-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4019641125562260226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4019641125562260226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-hate-about-my-connection.html' title='What I hate about my connection'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-4973461214171255919</id><published>2008-10-17T19:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:22:01.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(S)Tumbling</title><summary type='text'>If anyone has tried walking up a hillside with a pair of loose denims on you'd know how I felt a week ago. 'I am a proud man, I am a proud man, Dancing to the beat of a mother coming down'...that's not my line, that's Cloud Cult (does it have MILF connotations or is it about The Holy Mother). The name's really nice...Cloud Cult. Another name that really gets me all trippy is Random Charas.A few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4973461214171255919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/stumbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4973461214171255919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4973461214171255919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/10/stumbling.html' title='(S)Tumbling'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-2078545358752414685</id><published>2008-07-29T00:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:12:52.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Spoilt My Mum?</title><summary type='text'>Got promoted, got raised and got bonused. How much more can one get? In an ideal world everything can be super sized.It's almost 1:00 at night and my mum has just gone to watch some TV, I guess I'm spoiling her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2078545358752414685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-spoilt-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2078545358752414685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2078545358752414685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-spoilt-my-mum.html' title='Who Spoilt My Mum?'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-5310528568035351314</id><published>2008-07-14T00:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:03:15.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Licensed Madness</title><summary type='text'>. Christ here we go again. It's been almost a year, why ought we come again?- like Virgin Mary asked, eh?. You always come up with these trashy pop-culture references, don't you?- you talkin to me?. God, will you stop it already, we're here after so long and all you can think of is rehashed dialogues!- what we've got here is failure to communicate.. Anyway, I saw a very similar kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5310528568035351314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/07/licensed-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5310528568035351314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5310528568035351314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2008/07/licensed-madness.html' title='Licensed Madness'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-5759981588857433842</id><published>2007-07-05T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:44:38.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Good Long Sleep</title><summary type='text'>I don't have views, I don't have opinions, I don't have tastes or stories. Anecdotes don't pepper my life or the other voice. My philosophies are not to be shared. I don't pontificate on the unnecessary. I'm washed out. I can't write. I don't like to write. Or so you would have thought. Not all of this is true. Some of these though have an iota of truth in them, deep inside them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5759981588857433842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-long-sleep.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5759981588857433842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5759981588857433842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-long-sleep.html' title='A Good Long Sleep'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-6736495776487822018</id><published>2007-04-21T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-21T12:26:19.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fingering Maggie</title><summary type='text'>. Oye consortium, I've got a song for you- Yeah? What?. "To see you cry, it makes me smaaaaaiiile. I feel bad for a while and then...."- That's very flaterring, I just don't think of you. Fuck! You stole a line yet again. Did you hear that people dis darn dash stole another line. Anyway it is good fun figering you 'finger finger'- I feel like clubbing, hit the party scene. Standing up or lying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6736495776487822018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/fingering-maggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/6736495776487822018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/6736495776487822018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/fingering-maggie.html' title='Fingering Maggie'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-5494315064374617310</id><published>2007-02-09T12:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:28:23.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small Surprises</title><summary type='text'> Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5494315064374617310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5494315064374617310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5494315064374617310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title='Small Surprises'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-8290550375887550697</id><published>2007-01-18T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:49:54.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This In The Morning</title><summary type='text'>The first two headlines on MSN India.Government bans AXN for indecent programme.Ban promises reforms in the UN.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8290550375887550697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8290550375887550697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8290550375887550697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-in-morning.html' title='This In The Morning'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-5593597796164380084</id><published>2007-01-09T18:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:41:37.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Long Sunrise</title><summary type='text'>Yaargh, he was eaten by a tyranosaurus who also ended up with his lady love. Of course once Yaargh knew that the reptile was preferred over him he would have gladly placed his neanderthal head in the flint smasher. So being the rather stubby dinner for Rex didn't feel that bad. Of course the bateria, paleozoic ones, in the lizard's saliva would've happily colonised his gonads (that's where they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5593597796164380084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5593597796164380084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/5593597796164380084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-sunrise.html' title='The Long Sunrise'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-8759781740474281105</id><published>2007-01-02T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:00:59.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Change? Never!</title><summary type='text'>This is no New Year resolution bit, it is just a way in which I can keep a tab on my devils (sorry bout that had to common terminology, you know how much we appreciate each other).This thing has been lying pending for over a year now. What? The website that brings more to its readers. There is a name - Offguard, courtesy Supriya (www.roswitha.blogspot.com). So the elusive URL would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8759781740474281105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/waiting-for-change-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8759781740474281105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8759781740474281105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/waiting-for-change-never.html' title='Waiting For Change? Never!'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-1522892582326155427</id><published>2006-12-11T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:01:01.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wait For Me, I'm Busy Laughing</title><summary type='text'>I read this and realised that laughing my guts out was not a pleasent feeling. Do note the last line- Discover the excitement and pleasure of having gorgeous, horny women automatically drawn to you like a magnet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1522892582326155427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wait-for-me-im-busy-laughing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/1522892582326155427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/1522892582326155427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/wait-for-me-im-busy-laughing.html' title='Wait For Me, I&apos;m Busy Laughing'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-2998729142608265000</id><published>2006-12-11T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:28:37.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recursive Diarrohea</title><summary type='text'>"However, during the course of shooting and editing, a series of persistent and eventually overpowering centrifugal impulses disrupted the original schema, and discontinuities brought to light through this process prompted a decision to allow the material to splinter into a series of shorter texts, more widely discursive and more tenuously linked, each contributing towards a larger general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2998729142608265000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/recursive-diarrohea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2998729142608265000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2998729142608265000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/recursive-diarrohea.html' title='Recursive Diarrohea'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-7214034998961289866</id><published>2006-12-07T11:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:32:27.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have A Read</title><summary type='text'>Would there be any takers for a site that-Offers the reader a wide variety of content, written and visual. A magazine online but because it is online it will support what is very enthusiastically called 'rich media' as well-Has a certain irreverant tinge to it and is a platform for ideas.-Is updated daily and is something you can update and customise as well.-Goes by the name Offguard, but has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7214034998961289866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/7214034998961289866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/7214034998961289866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-read.html' title='Have A Read'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-6238614950852355248</id><published>2006-11-22T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:42:35.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We Be Burning</title><summary type='text'>How can you not fall for someone who saysTo use my hips as a fulcrumYou are always wellcumhah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6238614950852355248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-be-burning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/6238614950852355248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/6238614950852355248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-be-burning.html' title='We Be Burning'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-2333675860142031524</id><published>2006-11-18T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:55:22.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The New Bond Movie Is All Tosh</title><summary type='text'>Yeah he's back and he is blond. So what? After 5 of them and especially George 'I can shag the life out of Bella Starr' Lazenby who gives a damn about who plays Bond? The islanders do because its the only time they are the smarter lot and Langley is left licking the leftovers, but then this isn't about Bond. Daniel Craig can be all craggy and gritty (wait, wasn't Timothy Dalton all that?) but he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2333675860142031524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-bond-movie-is-all-tosh.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2333675860142031524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2333675860142031524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-bond-movie-is-all-tosh.html' title='The New Bond Movie Is All Tosh'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-53560921314935152</id><published>2006-11-14T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:09:49.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>About Neelkanth And Questions</title><summary type='text'>If all my posts started with 'I' they'd just remain that, my posts. If they began with a question they'd still not tickle your fancy. (I'm extremely ticklish and some people respect that.)Is it too 'unmacho' to be ticklish? Macho sounds like an abuse anyway. Saala Macho. Hah, I'm normal. The complexities do not come until much later. Prerna would know. She has been through one of the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/53560921314935152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-neelkanth-and-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/53560921314935152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/53560921314935152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-neelkanth-and-questions.html' title='About Neelkanth And Questions'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-221761473818076530</id><published>2006-11-09T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:19:26.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Falling Rabbits</title><summary type='text'>Did you knowtice the new look? You wouldn't if you came in here for the first time.The first time I asked a girl out I went "Er...I'm not sure...but I think I like you. Take your (yesh this is where the confidence came rushing back) time and tell me if we can...." The rest would've been the cliche that the world knows about.About me,  that's the most difficult section in any personal form. I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/221761473818076530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-rabbits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/221761473818076530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/221761473818076530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-rabbits.html' title='Falling Rabbits'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-2020907502372945281</id><published>2006-10-17T16:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:57:36.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cow Shall Not</title><summary type='text'>Its a theory I have. If you seat your seat in a place that has no seat and people are inconvenienced, they will just navigate around you. You won't be disturbed. If, however, you 'stand in their way', you will be pushed, shoved or maybe, depending on the amount of action they get, politely asked to shift base.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2020907502372945281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/10/cow-shall-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2020907502372945281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/2020907502372945281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/10/cow-shall-not.html' title='Cow Shall Not'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-228581645164159480</id><published>2006-10-02T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:35:07.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bebop Tumble</title><summary type='text'>Walk in the moonlight so that I can see you sighWaltz in the moon light so I can drink your styleLight up the screen like all you can see is infamyChew on the belief and then know that there is just me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/228581645164159480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bebop-tumble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/228581645164159480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/228581645164159480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bebop-tumble.html' title='Bebop Tumble'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-4061895279981882785</id><published>2006-09-30T11:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:59:01.837+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Broken Fields</title><summary type='text'>Smiles flattered and hauntedRopes sinewed and knottedDid you feel the fright as the stranger (I) slipped past in the night-----------------------------------------------------------------------Words fly around in unsupported randomnessForget the child not or the impressed happinessA rock at a time tumbles the toes byThe child spreads its wings and believes the lieWater dark and icy rages below,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4061895279981882785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/broken-fields.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4061895279981882785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/4061895279981882785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/broken-fields.html' title='Broken Fields'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-8331228230408336861</id><published>2006-09-27T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:59:30.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>Plug Me In</title><summary type='text'>There are a few magazines that, I think, are the reason why people still hanker for the printed word. Wired in one of them, brilliant layout, amazing photographs and feature pieces that you'd want to file for future references. There, however, is a niggling problem with the magazine. It has an unenviable track record of non-delivery, not not delivering on promised ideas, but just simply not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8331228230408336861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/plug-me-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8331228230408336861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/8331228230408336861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/plug-me-in.html' title='Plug Me In'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11435305.post-1770902384381685670</id><published>2006-09-14T20:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:56:48.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me Me Too</title><summary type='text'>That's the first time the title of the post actually relates to what I have to write and has been written before the post itself. Don't concern yourself with such irrelevant details and the lack of appropriate punctuations in what I write.                           What is your sexual orientation? Heterosexual with a one track mind. I'm so heterosexual that if I were a woman I'd be a lesbian.What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1770902384381685670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-me-too.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/1770902384381685670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11435305/posts/default/1770902384381685670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ray-deo.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-me-too.html' title='Me Me Too'/><author><name>imhunt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13468108524365916006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05456761090867354927'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>