<?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-5454959</id><updated>2012-01-20T15:08:01.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'Mazing Mallu Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Strangely fascinating!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454959.post-2331555937243665165</id><published>2011-12-18T00:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:31:02.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the end of another school year and as usual I have found myself surrounded by things (paper, pencils,packets etc) that I seem to have collected through the year. Now I need to begin the process of getting rid of them. Instead of spring cleaning, I'm winter cleaning. I haven't started the process and I am already dreading it. Tomorrow is day ONE! One question lingers, however-How did it all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2331555937243665165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=2331555937243665165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2331555937243665165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2331555937243665165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-end-of-another-school-year-and-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-4169660290403457615</id><published>2011-09-12T09:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:05:09.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was skimming through the papers this morning and came across an article about an actress Nikita Thukral who was banned from acting in Telugu movies for 3 years by the KFPA (Kannada Film Producers Association) for her role in the marital dispute between actor Darshan and his wife, Vijayalakshmi. Seriously? My curiosity was piqued. I wanted to know what happened to Darshan? Did he get the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4169660290403457615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=4169660290403457615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4169660290403457615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4169660290403457615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-skimming-through-papers-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-412435096058251533</id><published>2011-07-23T22:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:14:58.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poor Amy Winehouse! The waif-like, troubled singer should have just gone to rehab. Instead she wrote a song about how she said,  "no no no." It became a cult classic, an anthem, amongst addicts, who also said, "no no no." Would rehab have saved her? Maybe. Like many celebrities, however, she had too much money, no one to supervise her, an addiction to several bad habits and made too many bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/412435096058251533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=412435096058251533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/412435096058251533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/412435096058251533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/07/poor-amy-winehouse-waif-like-troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-526154357126000701</id><published>2011-06-14T08:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:25:46.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Tori Spelling,I am sorry to hear that you crashed into a wall as you reversed in your children's school because you were being chased by paparazzi. That's like a reality show in real time. I'm glad to hear that you and the kids are fine. Unfortunately you are not the first celebrity this has happened to and you won't be the last. You asked whether it would take someone's death for these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/526154357126000701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=526154357126000701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/526154357126000701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/526154357126000701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-tori-spelling-i-am-sorry-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-2311060714512547880</id><published>2011-05-27T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:28:13.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BILL GATES' SPEECH TO MT. WHITNEY HIGH SCHOOL in Visalia, California.Love him or hate him, he sure hits the nail on the head with this!To anyone with kids of any age, here's some advice. Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2311060714512547880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=2311060714512547880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2311060714512547880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2311060714512547880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/bill-gates-speech-to-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-3513531057231561492</id><published>2011-05-10T23:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:37:00.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems you can make a man out of a woman but you can't take the woman out of a man. Chaz Bono is a great example of this. She was born a girl and christened Chastity. Chaz says she knew from the time she was a child that she was a boy growing in a girl's body. She figured out who she was and thats great. Yet, I do call her a woman because she is still in transition and hasn't completed the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3513531057231561492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=3513531057231561492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/3513531057231561492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/3513531057231561492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-seems-you-can-make-man-out-of-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-2087283984792492030</id><published>2011-05-09T14:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:03:11.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> This picture was taken in December 2010. A friend of mine was carrying my niece and I was standing next to them. Baby suddenly reached over, grabbed my arm and leaned against me. It was a moment of pure, unconditional love. I'm glad I have this picture to remind me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2087283984792492030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=2087283984792492030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2087283984792492030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2087283984792492030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-picture-was-taken-in-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIE7zOdk77c/TcemTY-Ij6I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/tCBcF0WoLe4/s72-c/IMG00087-20101205-1241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454959.post-1117671475186295739</id><published>2011-04-30T00:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:29:27.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was in school, I wrote an essay about fairy tales, &amp; Prince Charming, &amp; how it may not actually exist in real life. Yet, today, I watched a beautiful young lady marry her prince, literally, and it made me want to believe. Kate Middleton and Prince William exchanged vows at their wedding ceremony today. It was regal and touching.Kate or waity Katie or Duchess Catherine, as she will now be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1117671475186295739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=1117671475186295739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1117671475186295739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1117671475186295739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-was-in-school-i-wrote-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-8772862529195536497</id><published>2011-02-12T12:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:08:50.557+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The age at which you get married really doesn't matter; what matters is are willing to make it work. All these celebrities get married and divorced at the drop of a hat! And the excuses are frivolous-Married too youngPressures of adulthood-They are going to be there whether you are married or not.Irreconcilable differences-That means you had an argument and you want to be right, thus its my way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8772862529195536497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=8772862529195536497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8772862529195536497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8772862529195536497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/age-at-which-you-get-married-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-628919830955828627</id><published>2011-02-06T21:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:17:47.708+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was watching the ad for Vaseline Healthy White, which says that by using the cream your body with be as white as your face. It doesn't make any sense. Your face is the only area of your body which is continuously exposed to the sun. Thus it is automatically darker as your body is usually covered by your clothes. How can your body become as fair as your face? The target audience must be people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/628919830955828627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=628919830955828627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/628919830955828627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/628919830955828627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-watching-ad-for-vaseline-healthy.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-6779094566527036197</id><published>2010-10-29T18:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:42:37.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have decided to dedicate my Friday posts to a certain Chennai Socialite named Madam M. Actually its more about what I think about what she writes in her column than her. Why, you may ask? After all do I really care about her? No I do not, but the rubbish she writes is hilarious. Since it is Friday, maybe I should start with her previous columns. Its in no particular order, although it does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6779094566527036197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=6779094566527036197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6779094566527036197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6779094566527036197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-i-have-decided-to-dedicate-my-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-7824210041101898376</id><published>2010-05-24T08:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:31:48.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking a page right out of the Bible, I decided to come up with a list of 12 Commandments to follow in my life. I say 12 but have managed to come up only with 5 so far. I know it will take time to come up with all 12. Thats fine because in order to do this the commandments have to mean something to me. Benjamin Franklin had a list of 13 Commandments for both personal and professional functioning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7824210041101898376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=7824210041101898376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7824210041101898376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7824210041101898376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-page-right-out-of-bible-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-427306368472717804</id><published>2009-09-30T23:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:21:34.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Grey's Anatomy because:1. It started out well. Good storyline: Malfunctioning doctor with personal problems, famous mother who is suffering from Schizophrenia, remembers only her long lost great love, and often treats her daughter like gutter water. A hot surgeon and a one night stand that has the potential of becoming something more. A great cast. Now they have lost that focus. There is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/427306368472717804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=427306368472717804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/427306368472717804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/427306368472717804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-greys-anatomy-because-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-6403167089782282622</id><published>2009-09-27T23:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:21:37.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think this the year forr bad decisions:1. Bad haircut.2. Phone with too many applications that I will never use.3. Too many desserts.4. MBA v/s M. EdI'm sure there are going to be more I can add to the list. The year is not over yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6403167089782282622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=6403167089782282622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6403167089782282622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6403167089782282622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-this-year-forr-bad-decisions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-6540149412311991955</id><published>2009-09-14T22:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:06:56.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading Rujuta Diwekar's new book, 'Lose WeightNot Your Mind.' Nice title;tells you succinctly what the book is about. For those who don't know who Rujuta is, she is the dietician to the stars, now infamously known as the woman who enabled Kareena Kapoor to achieve a "size zero figure."The book begins well but very quickly goes downhill. Why? Well its badly written. I felt I was reading</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6540149412311991955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=6540149412311991955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6540149412311991955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6540149412311991955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-reading-rujuta-diwekars-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-5611502900691803007</id><published>2009-09-10T21:15:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:15:00.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do we help people around us deal with grief, especially when they are dealing with the loss of a loved one who died gruesomely? Do we offer them comfort by imagining how they feel,  letting them know that they are "allowed to be angry" and are "welcome to use us as punching bags and to feel free to call anytime and take your anger out on me"? Or do we invite them to party with us after giving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5611502900691803007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=5611502900691803007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5611502900691803007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5611502900691803007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-we-help-people-around-us-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-5595824185273430477</id><published>2009-07-28T21:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:19:10.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my search for a zen way of life I have decided to let go of some of my material things. This has always been difficult for me. Always! How do you let go of things that mean something to you? How do you just give it to someone who doesn't know you, who may not value it as much? It is hard. Then, I hit a roadblock. I wanted a little storage space, maybe a cabinet, to make my bathroom look pretty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5595824185273430477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=5595824185273430477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5595824185273430477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5595824185273430477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-my-search-for-zen-way-of-life-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-2454262971531459602</id><published>2009-07-27T21:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:35:16.331+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it difficult for us to follow rules? Everyone from an adult to a child is unruly. Adults sometimes do not follow rules and they think its ok. Is it ok to send mixed messages-the message of do as I say not as I do? Little do we realise that our future citizens are watching us; and may replicate our moves. Life is not like a movie or an ad film with a little warning, in small print at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2454262971531459602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=2454262971531459602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2454262971531459602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2454262971531459602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-difficult-for-us-to-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-4352101018941541538</id><published>2009-07-20T19:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:21:50.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went for "Transformers-Revenge of.....whatever" and it was really bad. So bad, that I can't even remember the name of the movie. I went for it because I liked the first part and I'm a huge fan of the franchise. But I was disappointed by this movie. There was no storyline, no acting! Just a whole lot of noise!What made things worse was that I forced a friend of mine, who is not an action movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4352101018941541538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=4352101018941541538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4352101018941541538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4352101018941541538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-for-transformers-revenge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-5802903471672685644</id><published>2008-12-02T15:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:59:19.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this our government??I am ashamed of our government and poilticians.1. The Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh. Did you watch his first speech when he was talking about the Mumbai attack? If you didn't, don't worry, you didn't miss much. He would probably have put you to sleep. Hell, he would have put himself to sleep! George W., for all his faults, atleast roused patriotism in the Americans when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5802903471672685644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=5802903471672685644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5802903471672685644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5802903471672685644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-our-government-i-am-ashamed-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-5171197657959848039</id><published>2008-11-27T15:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:18:43.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We should applaud the staff at the Taj Mahal Palace hotel. As per information from guests, they were very helpful, kept calm and did their best to keep guests safe. There is no contact with The Oberoi Hotel. They are still speculating on the number of hostages. I'm sure the staff there are doing their very best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5171197657959848039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=5171197657959848039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5171197657959848039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5171197657959848039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-should-applaud-staff-at-taj-mahal.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-351224121536988036</id><published>2008-11-27T14:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:10:32.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are our politicians prepared to handle this? Why are all of them making their way to Bombay? Do they have what it takes to unite an anxious country? Do they know what it means to be Indian? I hope they do. I think the Indian Army, Navy, RAF, Marine commandos, Bombay police and all other security forces are doing a fantastic job. It takes a lot of courage to put your life on the line for your job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/351224121536988036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=351224121536988036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/351224121536988036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/351224121536988036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-our-politicians-prepared-to-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-9092690355365519901</id><published>2008-11-27T14:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:12:58.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was shocked this morning when I woke up to the news that Bombay had been attacked by terrorists. It is so hard to believe that the city where I was born and grew up in was so vulnerable to these attacks. Terrorists attacked the Taj Mahal Palace HOtel, The Oberoi, The Trident, Nariman HOuse, Metro Cinemas and VT Station. This crisis which began at 10pm last night is still in progress. These </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9092690355365519901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=9092690355365519901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9092690355365519901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9092690355365519901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-shocked-this-morning-when-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-7252366230091460031</id><published>2008-11-26T09:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:02:36.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia brings back peer pressure. Looking back on friends who have come and gone, I tend to remember all the good things, all the things I miss about them and how much fun it would be to hang out again. Then reality steps in. Your chance comes along and you realise that while losing a friend is painful, it can be the best thing that ever happened to you. A blessing in disguise! All I felt, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7252366230091460031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=7252366230091460031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7252366230091460031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7252366230091460031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia-brings-back-peer-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-8458040390582603225</id><published>2008-11-14T08:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:08:49.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aren't the police supposed to protect citizens? Isn't it their duty to protect the weak who are unable to protect themselves? How does a police officer excuse himself from doing his duty, when he stands by watching a boy being beaten to a pulp? That is exactly what happened yesterday at The Ambedkar Government Law College, one of the oldest government colleges in the country. The agitation began </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8458040390582603225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=8458040390582603225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8458040390582603225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8458040390582603225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/arent-police-supposed-to-protect.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-733734802086540460</id><published>2008-11-05T21:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:41:39.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to add to this post, although it has nothing to do with what I wrote below, but it is something I want to remember... Barrack Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States and the first African American president. I was working with one eye and both my ears on the T.V. as I watched this historical election take place. Congrats Obama!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/733734802086540460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=733734802086540460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/733734802086540460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/733734802086540460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanted-to-add-to-this-post-although.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-6565567593427022086</id><published>2008-11-05T21:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:34:44.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people get stuck in the past. Its difficult for them to let go and move on. They talk about their past, blame their past and keep doing the same things over and over again. You make mistakes in life, but aren't you supposed to learn from them? When you repeat the same behavior several times over, it becomes an ingrained habit. Habits are difficult to change. If that habit works for you, why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6565567593427022086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=6565567593427022086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6565567593427022086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/6565567593427022086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-people-get-stuck-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-5844150462885583310</id><published>2008-10-31T22:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:06:08.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking about giving up watching T.V. during the week. Its a difficult decision to make because I love watching T.V. I can give it up; I don't want to. Most shows have reruns on the weekend. There are shows like 'Friday Night Lights' that runs on Star World, Monday to Friday, which I enjoy, but they don't show reruns on the weekend. I guess, the real question is, what am I missing if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5844150462885583310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=5844150462885583310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5844150462885583310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/5844150462885583310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-thinking-about-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-1872249375154937323</id><published>2008-10-26T19:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:46:56.427+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if the Tamils in Tamil Nadu realize that the Tamils in Sri Lanka are not from Tamil Nadu. They were originally from Bihr and Bangladesh. They don't even speak the same language. In a survey done by the Indian Express, 80% of their focus group thought that the Sri Lankan Tamils should be protected by India.The ploy, on the part of the DMK, to resign from the Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha, was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1872249375154937323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=1872249375154937323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1872249375154937323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1872249375154937323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder-if-tamils-in-tamil-nadu.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-7283602943563733383</id><published>2008-07-20T20:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:48:01.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My uncle passed away this afternoon. He just didn't have the will to live. Actually he gave up a few years ago. He stopped working and began to dedicate his life to God. He was a simple man, kind and loved to have someone to talk to and share his stories. He always had a smile. He loved ice cream. He practised portion control when it came to his meals but for ice cream-oh boy! He would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7283602943563733383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=7283602943563733383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7283602943563733383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/7283602943563733383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-uncle-passed-away-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-2581005705975984851</id><published>2008-02-06T15:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:07:40.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Race for the White House.....I don't know why we are so fascinated by the U.S. presidential race. I don't pay as much attention to the elections in India. There are two parties trying to make their way to 1600 Pennsylvannia Avenue (I even know the address)- the Republicans and the Democrats. No one is paying any attention to the Republicans, as they chug along. Their race is just not as exciting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2581005705975984851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=2581005705975984851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2581005705975984851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/2581005705975984851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/02/race-for-white-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-9166915787252967637</id><published>2008-02-04T09:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:36:55.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thomas came up with a few motorcycle laws, which are amusing, yet true.1. Motorcycle in front of you will always go at a slow pace.2. The motorcycle behind you will go as fast as possible, find a way to overtake you and will then slow down.3. The size of the woman on the motorcycle is inversely proportionate to the size of the motorcycle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9166915787252967637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=9166915787252967637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9166915787252967637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9166915787252967637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/02/thomas-came-up-with-few-motorcycle-laws.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-4363739623555857440</id><published>2008-01-30T20:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:38:26.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am bored.... I want to say more, but really I am bored.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4363739623555857440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=4363739623555857440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4363739623555857440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/4363739623555857440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-521810767832468749</id><published>2008-01-16T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:44:21.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bird flu....Yes the dreaded disease is back in the country-West Bengal to be precise. The villagers found a few dead birds and informed the government, who came along, took samples and then responded that they were positive for the virus. In the meantime no one informed the villagers that they should take precautions while handling the birds and that they should not sell the birds, till they got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/521810767832468749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=521810767832468749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/521810767832468749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/521810767832468749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2008/01/bird-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-1990530383374120909</id><published>2007-11-05T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:48:24.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised that driving in India required a certain skill when I returned after a year in the US. My first question, on the way home from the airport was, "Don't people here know how to drive in lanes?" I was labelled "American-return snob". My second question, two nights later, while I was driving my mother's car, was, "Are there lines on the road? I can't see any. Give me my suglasses, those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1990530383374120909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=1990530383374120909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1990530383374120909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/1990530383374120909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-realised-that-driving-in-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-8525798754890113093</id><published>2007-09-30T19:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:58:12.452+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Bangalore 2 weeks ago, for work and for pleasure. Okay, that sounds ominous! I decided to go by train and, believe me, when I say, all my travel plans followed Murphy's Law-"If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong, and it will all go wrong at the same time."To begin with, I discovered that there are 2 Shatabdi trains, travelling between Madras and Bangalore, one in the morning and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8525798754890113093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=8525798754890113093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8525798754890113093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/8525798754890113093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-went-to-bangalore-2-weeks-ago-for_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-9032922374415079625</id><published>2007-09-19T04:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:08:08.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Osama visiting Bush at the APEC conference in Australia. Seeing is believing.http://abc.net.au/tv/chaser/war/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9032922374415079625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=9032922374415079625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9032922374415079625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/9032922374415079625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2007/09/osama-visiting-bush-at-apec-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-113648075995960938</id><published>2006-01-05T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:17:59.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Mocha this evening. I like this place. Its called 'Mocha - Coffee and Conversations'. You can sit outside in little cabins and smoke a flavored hookah. Or you can sit inside the coffee house which is set up to look like a palace out of the Arabian Nights. There are beautiful drapes, velvet cushions, dim lights, Arabian chairs.Lets talk about the menu. You can find javas from India to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/113648075995960938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=113648075995960938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/113648075995960938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/113648075995960938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-mocha-this-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-113375897458895721</id><published>2005-12-05T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:32:54.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Visited my blog this morning. People I don't even know have been leaving comments. And half of them make no sense.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/113375897458895721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=113375897458895721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/113375897458895721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/113375897458895721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/12/visited-my-blog-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112882976657367789</id><published>2005-10-09T09:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:22:14.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George D'Arc........That is what George Bush considers himself to be these days. He is quoted, as saying to the former Palestinian Foreign Minister, Nabil Shaath, " I am driven with a mission from God. God would tell me, ' George, go and fight those terrorrists in Afghanistan.' And I did. And then God would tell me, 'George go and end the tyranny in Iraq.......' and I did. And now, again, I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112882976657367789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112882976657367789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112882976657367789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112882976657367789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/10/george-darc.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112832096679877373</id><published>2005-10-03T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:28:53.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No sex, please........ we live in Tamil Nadu........Sex scandals happening in Tamil Nadu and sensitivities of the Tamils being effected. Imagine!!! Periyar did say that sex was a personal issue, however, it has become a cocktail of politics and the people. The police have become the guardians of morals ( How moral are they??)It all started a couple of weeks ago when, Khushboo, a South Indian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112832096679877373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112832096679877373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112832096679877373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112832096679877373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-sex-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112770767392853100</id><published>2005-09-26T08:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:35:43.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Global controversies.......There are two controversial incidents that, actually, seem humorous.The first one, involves, President Bush ( when it comes to him, what isn't funny??) He shocked the world, with his reaction and the federal government's response to Hurricane Katrina. But more than that he shocked his supporters and rocked the foundation on which his presidency was built- homeland </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112770767392853100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112770767392853100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112770767392853100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112770767392853100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/09/global-controversies.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112729160307583066</id><published>2005-09-21T13:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:39:04.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cousin, Pia, left today for Bangalore and she will leave for the States on Saturday with her husband and son Zefan. Zefan is such a darling!! One of the cutest babies any of us has ever seen and, of course, the apple of our eyes. He looks alot like his grandfather. He has the sweetest laugh.He learns different things from various aunts. Susan ( Pia's sister) and I are there to teach him all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112729160307583066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112729160307583066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112729160307583066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112729160307583066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-cousin-pia-left-today-for-bangalore.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112710136076774671</id><published>2005-09-19T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:40:12.328+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I miss about American T.V.:1. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.2. Monk3. Judge Judy4. Food Network5. Keeping Up Appearances6. America's Next Top Model7. Sex and the City8. Everwood ( The reason I wanted to live in Colorado)There must be more.........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112710136076774671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112710136076774671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112710136076774671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112710136076774671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-i-miss-about-american-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112637209368429088</id><published>2005-09-10T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:44:04.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have decided to call my sister, Sandhya, St Achamma of Stray Animals. She has this inane need to go touch any animal she sees. I don't know if cows are included in the category. She brought home a kitten once. My mother is not too fond of cats, so the feline was cast away. Well he went to a friend whose house is like Animal Planet.Sandhya went to Ennore today to do a research project. When she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112637209368429088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112637209368429088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112637209368429088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112637209368429088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-have-decided-to-call-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112484291635456066</id><published>2005-08-24T05:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:51:56.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Name the wonly part of the werld where Malayalis don't werk hard?  Kerala.  Why is industrial productivity so low in Kerala?  Because 86% of the shift time is spent on lifting, folding and re-tying the lungi.  Why did the Malayali buy an air-ticket?To go to Thoobai, to meet his ungle in the Gelff. Why do Malayali's go to the Gelff?  To yearn menney. What did the Malayali do when the plane caught </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112484291635456066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112484291635456066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112484291635456066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112484291635456066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/08/name-wonly-part-of-werld-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-112424599403088003</id><published>2005-08-17T07:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T08:03:14.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS SOME GOOD ADVICE!  If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:  When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.  Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. When it's in your best interest, practice obedience. Let others know when they've invaded your territory.Take naps.   Stretch before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/112424599403088003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=112424599403088003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112424599403088003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/112424599403088003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-some-good-advice-if-dog-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111939129048351340</id><published>2005-06-22T03:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T03:31:30.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excerpt of a speech by Thomas Friedman of The New York Times...."When we were young kids growing up in America, we were told to eat our vegetables at dinner and not leave them. Mothers said, 'think of the starving children in India and finish the dinner.' And now I tell my children: 'Finish your math homework. Think of the children in India who would make you starve, if you don't.'"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111939129048351340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111939129048351340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111939129048351340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111939129048351340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/06/excerpt-of-speech-by-thomas-friedman.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111768497344310625</id><published>2005-06-02T09:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:47:48.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Megha and I were talking about arranged marriages. I loved her definition of an arranged marriage- "I think arranged marriage is a safe personal ad you place with your relatives. It is only a problem when they give you no choice. Relatives understand your family and completely understand the background you come from, they may not understand your personal thoughts and opinions, but considering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111768497344310625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111768497344310625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111768497344310625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111768497344310625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/06/megha-and-i-were-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111751161710018182</id><published>2005-05-31T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:48:41.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 months of cold weather. Enough!! I hope MOther Nature reads this and realizes its time for sunshine and warmth. This is the last weekend in May- Memorial day weekend- the weekend we have BBQs and welcome summer. Well, this year it wasn't so warm nor was it welcoming. It snowed in Connecticut. Well thats a change for Ohio. We didn't have any snow. Maybe thats a silver lining for us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111751161710018182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111751161710018182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111751161710018182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111751161710018182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/9-months-of-cold-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454959.post-111731342586833136</id><published>2005-05-29T02:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:16:24.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The definition of Marriage:MARRIAGE, n. [1] the dawn of romance and the commencement of history; [2] a word that should be pronounced as "mirage"; [3] an event, for the upper middle class, is the only adventure left; [4] a very good way to promote civilization - if you get a good wife you will be happy, if you get a bad one you will become a philosopher {Socrates}; [5] a process much like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111731342586833136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111731342586833136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111731342586833136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111731342586833136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/definition-of-marriagemarriage-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111693927894177181</id><published>2005-05-24T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:24:38.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOPS.......Cover letter: "I would be prepared to meet with you at your earliest convenience to discuss what I can do to your company."*That's what we're afraid of.Resume: "It is my professional objective to obtain a position which allows me to make use of my commuter skills."*I think we can oblige.Weaknesses: "Suffer from prickly heat in summer."*Sounds uncomfortableCover letter: "Enclosed is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111693927894177181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111693927894177181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111693927894177181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111693927894177181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111687051358538576</id><published>2005-05-23T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:18:33.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cousin Jacob, read my blog the other day and felt that incest was a weird topic of discussion because normal people would not think about discussing it. Honestly, in my field, it is probably one of the most normal topics to discuss. Infact, sometimes it is not the worst thing that has happened to some of the children I have worked with. But it is a taboo topic. Alot of people feel that these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111687051358538576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111687051358538576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111687051358538576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111687051358538576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-cousin-jacob-read-my-blog-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111682284248085757</id><published>2005-05-23T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:51:10.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is summer? It is almost the end of May and it is still cold.......... We had to turn the heater back on a couple of days ago. Apparently the weather this year is going to be really messed up. It is going to get very hot all of a sudden and just as quickly it is going to get cold all over again in time for winter. Really!!!??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111682284248085757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111682284248085757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111682284248085757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111682284248085757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-is-summer-it-is-almost-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111630062181849917</id><published>2005-05-17T08:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:58:52.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is always good to show your resume to someone else to get a second opinion or to make sure that there aren't any mistakes which you may have missed while looking it over. Well.... the only problem with that is that everyone has another opinion or a narrow view especially if one particular format which may or may not have worked for them. If you try to focus on skills there will definitely be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111630062181849917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111630062181849917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111630062181849917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111630062181849917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-is-always-good-to-show-your-resume.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111554174493845955</id><published>2005-05-08T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:00:42.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am obsessed with my job search.... who would have thunk it??!! Anyway its 4:30am and I have been doing research for the best job hunting advice, dos and don'ts, tranferable skills etc etc etc. Most of the articles I have read recommend that the first thing most graduating students should do is make use of on- campus resources like the career center. I don't think any of the authors of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111554174493845955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111554174493845955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111554174493845955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111554174493845955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-obsessed-with-my-job-search.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111533330583729926</id><published>2005-05-06T04:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:02:30.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What happened to the days when you had to be honest on your resume? We were told that if you are not honest on your resume you will get caught in a lie when your prospective employer interviews. Well, guess what!!! The rules of employment have changed. Your resume is now best made up with little twisted statements. Twisted because the statements aren't really lies- they are just worded in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111533330583729926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111533330583729926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111533330583729926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111533330583729926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-happened-to-days-when-you-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111514518732857844</id><published>2005-05-03T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:05:01.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I make the right choice when I chose to be a counselor/ therapist? I don't know.... If I knew then what I know now, would I have chosen something different? I don't know...... This is what I wish I knew four years ago. The war between social workers and counselors. Social work is a profession for those with a strong desire to help improve people’s lives. Social workers help people function </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111514518732857844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111514518732857844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111514518732857844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111514518732857844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/05/did-i-make-right-choice-when-i-chose.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-111154319214175697</id><published>2005-03-23T07:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-23T07:29:52.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you graduate from Uni in the US of A, the next step leads to several questions such as:Will I get a job?If I don't get a job should I go back to school or should I go home?If I go home what will I do with all my stuff which I have accumulated over the years?Will going home be torture?I have to get a visa, what if my employers don't sponsor me?Will going home be as torturing as this?Slowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/111154319214175697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=111154319214175697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111154319214175697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/111154319214175697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-you-graduate-from-uni-in-us-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-110577120328431769</id><published>2005-01-15T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:10:03.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has been a strange winter! This is the first time we have had flood warnings instead of snowstorms. The president has declared a state of emergency in Ohio because the water is rising. One of my colleagues has to use a boat to get out of her house and reach dry land...... if there is any. If it had been snow fall not rain we would have been buried under 10 feet of snow. Salting the roads may</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/110577120328431769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=110577120328431769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110577120328431769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110577120328431769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-has-been-strange-winter-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-110428991223995079</id><published>2004-12-29T08:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:41:52.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absurd laws.......In my field, nothing is shocking anymore. However, the absurdity continues.1. In West Virginia, it is legal to have sex with an animal less than 40lbs.2. Oral sex is illegal in Pennsylvannia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/110428991223995079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=110428991223995079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110428991223995079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110428991223995079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/12/absurd-laws.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-110376600502229223</id><published>2004-12-23T07:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:10:05.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day!! WHen I left for work this morning it was cloudy....the sun did not come out till 8:45am. It was nice. I drank my Columbian coffee and ate a frankfurter, all the while listening to Nelly and Tim McGraw belt out their new single "Over and Over Again". WHo would've thought those two would do a duet together? Anyway by the time I left work there was a snow emergency in Akron. I drove </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/110376600502229223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=110376600502229223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110376600502229223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110376600502229223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-day-when-i-left-for-work-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-110030707565742211</id><published>2004-11-13T06:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:21:15.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every morning on my way to work I stop at my favorite gas pump convienence store to buy some coffee- Dairy Mart. It turns out that this gas station has the cheapest gas as well and its on my way to work. Works out well for me. I love the Pumpkin Spice Cappuccino. It tastes heavenly. They also have Strawberry, Vanilla and Caramel steamers and fusions. Awesome!! Everyday I have a new combination.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/110030707565742211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=110030707565742211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110030707565742211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110030707565742211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/11/every-morning-on-my-way-to-work-i-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-110014797333243124</id><published>2004-11-11T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-11T10:09:33.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I came here it was never my goal to stay in Akron and get a job here. In fact I didn't want a job in Ohio. I wanted to go to a reasonably big city where there would be sunshine like Tampa or Pheonix. Now its almost time for me to leave and I am filled with mixed emotions. I have to leave yet at the same time I don't want to. Living in Akron has been analogous to living in a soap opera. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/110014797333243124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=110014797333243124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110014797333243124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/110014797333243124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-i-came-here-it-was-never-my-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109900769156429195</id><published>2004-10-29T05:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T05:24:51.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I started my job three weeks ago although it feels like three years ago. I have been so busy I have barely found time to breathe but I love it. I work with kids who have severe behavioral problems. Not one day goes by without some kind of drama. I enjoy it. It makes me sad to think that so many of these kids were abused by their parents. I keep asking myself,"How anyone could do that to their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109900769156429195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109900769156429195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109900769156429195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109900769156429195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-started-my-job-three-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109629469632714463</id><published>2004-09-27T19:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:48:16.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a job and am very happy about it. The job search road has been very, very long. I am very grateful that my employers are sponsoring me for my H1 visa. I remember sitting with Sindhu in Febuary having palpitations about whether I would get a job or not. My daily mantra to her was "I need a job! I need a job!" Now that she has started looking herself she said that that was going to be her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109629469632714463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109629469632714463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109629469632714463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109629469632714463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-job-and-am-very-happy-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109616051284011376</id><published>2004-09-26T05:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:31:52.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls can become doormats in relationships. I prefer to use the term "welcome mat". In ebonics it would be the booty call girl. The one who basically gives the message of "Come in! Come in! You can wipe your feet on me. Tread all over me and then walk out." Lovely!! I don't why we do this to ourselves. It doesn't matter how old the girl is- whether she is in her teens or in adulthood- there will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109616051284011376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109616051284011376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109616051284011376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109616051284011376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/girls-can-become-doormats-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109595512191339393</id><published>2004-09-23T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:38:58.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Hari P's birthday. As usual we brought it in Akron style- at midnight. Hari did not want it to be a huge affair because he did not want to experience the usual cake and everything-else- but- the -kitchen- sink festivities. Unfortunately for him it became a cake and beer affair.After much "persuasion" the boys finally managed to get him out of the house. And then Satish gave me a can of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109595512191339393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109595512191339393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109595512191339393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109595512191339393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-is-hari-ps-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109579439222649176</id><published>2004-09-22T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:49:52.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I detest filling out online job applications. I have been trying to fill out one for University Hospitals and Health Systems for two weeks now. They have a problem with one of the links so you can't complete the application. I believe in persevering so I try everyday. Now the enthusiasm is dying. I've decided to stop.I think I am in the wrong profession. I should have been a nurse. Nurses are in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109579439222649176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109579439222649176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109579439222649176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109579439222649176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-detest-filling-out-online-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109551869616331788</id><published>2004-09-18T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-18T20:14:56.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I smoked a hookah for the first time my entire life!!Joy!! Strawberry and apple flavored tobacco. The apple one was better. I was so excited I told my dad who immediately asked if there was pot in it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109551869616331788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109551869616331788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109551869616331788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109551869616331788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-smoked-hookah-for-first-time-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109413835186011445</id><published>2004-09-02T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:50:21.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every woman should know:How to fall in love without losing herself.How to quit a job, break up with a lover and confront a friend without ruining the friendship. When to try harder and when to walk away.How to have a good time at a party she'd never choose to attend. How to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely that she will get it.That she can't change the length of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109413835186011445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109413835186011445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109413835186011445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109413835186011445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/every-woman-should-know-how-to-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109405688594576922</id><published>2004-09-01T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:11:25.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I Mature :I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalkthem and hope they panic and give in.I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are justassholes.I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109405688594576922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109405688594576922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109405688594576922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109405688594576922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-i-mature-ive-learned-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109396258477008546</id><published>2004-08-31T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:59:44.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The night before I was supposed to graduate I suddenly started having doubts and nightmares. I began wondering if I was part of the College of Education. What if my hood was the wrong color? What if I fell off stage in my high heels? What if i was late and they didn't let me in? I couldn't go to sleep so I dressed up in my graduation regalia- wore the Ritu's outfit i was supposed to wear, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109396258477008546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109396258477008546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109396258477008546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109396258477008546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/night-before-i-was-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109387132046007249</id><published>2004-08-30T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:38:40.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my house is jinxed. I don't like living there. I never did. The only reason I continue to do so is because it puts a roof over my head. Once in a while I think that I should have just stayed in Roo Commons. I loved that appartment. I don't remember why we moved. I think it had something to do with the rent in Roo being too high and that some of us wanted to live in a house. Maybe I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109387132046007249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109387132046007249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109387132046007249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109387132046007249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-my-house-is-jinxed.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109330091895415866</id><published>2004-08-24T04:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-24T04:11:58.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't been able to blog for more than a week now. I graduated on Saturday. Thank God!! I didn't fall off stage- thats another blog. And I am going to NY on Wed..... Hopefully will be able to blog soon..... Oh yeah!! My dad is in town..... I'm being spoilt rotten...... Joy!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109330091895415866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109330091895415866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109330091895415866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109330091895415866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109232368670778938</id><published>2004-08-12T20:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:44:46.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Men cheat for the same reason dogs lick their balls- because they can!! It's in their biology."Samantha (Sex and the City)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109232368670778938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109232368670778938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109232368670778938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109232368670778938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/men-cheat-for-same-reason-dogs-lick.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109214721359954687</id><published>2004-08-10T19:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:19:36.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROADTRIPFriday........... Left at 8amWent to West Virginnia... (And before anyone decides to tell me about the jokes of West Virginnia I have heard all of them...... from incest and rednecks to Akron being the Capital of WV)Who did I go with? This was a solo road trip and it was worth it....Went to Charleston....... Just keeping following 77S and you find yourself in WV....Used to listen to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109214721359954687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109214721359954687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109214721359954687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109214721359954687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/roadtrip-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109206569640634109</id><published>2004-08-09T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:04:56.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freud developed Psychoanalysis based on the notion that people store information in a part of their minds that they are unaware of. One of the most famous techniques he developed in association with Joseph Breuer was "Free Association" or talking about anything that is on your mind. This kind of talking was to be done without any interruptions or guidance. It was spontaneous. The belief was that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109206569640634109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109206569640634109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109206569640634109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109206569640634109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/freud-developed-psychoanalysis-based.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109165742228176541</id><published>2004-08-05T03:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-05T03:41:23.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its well known that bad things happen in threes..... Why? Thats what I want to know..... Hasn't anyone heard of the other adage "2s company, 3s a crowd." I wish it would apply to the latter as well. Apparently the bad stuff is no good if its not fun... I don't know how bad stuff can be fun unless you are playing an evil prank on someone. I must be cursed. One of the kids I work with mentioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109165742228176541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109165742228176541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109165742228176541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109165742228176541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-well-known-that-bad-things-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-109093395935693617</id><published>2004-07-27T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:42:39.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M BACK!!!There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.- Nelson Mandela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/109093395935693617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=109093395935693617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109093395935693617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/109093395935693617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-back-there-is-nothing-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-108246569803436820</id><published>2004-04-20T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-20T18:27:56.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to New York for the weekend. I wanted to surprise my mother who was coming in on Saturday. Turns out the going to JFK International just to pick someone up can be very exciting. Especially after 9/11. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/108246569803436820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=108246569803436820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/108246569803436820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/108246569803436820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/04/went-to-new-york-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107798312938854070</id><published>2004-02-28T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:17:34.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*  Only in America......can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance. *  Only in America......are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink. *  Only in America......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front. *  Only in America......do people order double </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107798312938854070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107798312938854070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107798312938854070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107798312938854070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/02/only-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107728537847554768</id><published>2004-02-20T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:28:14.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE BUT .. THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss But I only slept with you, because I was pissed. I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107728537847554768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107728537847554768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107728537847554768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107728537847554768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/02/these-are-entries-to-washington-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107720741884627013</id><published>2004-02-19T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:48:54.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE BUT .. THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss       But I only slept with you, because I was pissed. I thought that I could love no other          Until, that is, I met your brother. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107720741884627013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107720741884627013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107720741884627013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107720741884627013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/02/these-are-entries-to-washington-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107487530385642392</id><published>2004-01-23T21:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:59:52.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine wants to buy a car. I never would have thought that buying a car would be such a tedious process. For me buying a car is looking for something that is economical, that will take me from point A to Point B without breaking down and something which fits my budget. When I bought my car I looked for cars online. However, I didn't find anything that caught my fancy. Finally I went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107487530385642392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107487530385642392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107487530385642392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107487530385642392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/01/friend-of-mine-wants-to-buy-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107469864333218596</id><published>2004-01-21T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:55:30.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Priya (Salli Kuthi) and Manas on your engagement!! This news was a nice surprise for all of us. Everyone wants to know how, when, where?? It's amazing how quickly news spreads in Akron. Not only do people in Akron know but people who used to live in Akron and have moved out also know and everyone wants details. People have been calling and saying, "Did you hear?" I, of course, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107469864333218596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107469864333218596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107469864333218596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107469864333218596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/01/congratulations-priya-salli-kuthi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107402776212383940</id><published>2004-01-14T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:34:01.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My roommate just got back from New Orleans where she was visiting family. Her uncle is Egyptian so they made huge amounts of homemade Baklava. It is awesome. She brought a whole tin of it for me. Baklava is an Arabic sweet made with pistachios and honey which is rolled up in a light, flaky pastry. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107402776212383940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107402776212383940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107402776212383940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107402776212383940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-roommate-just-got-back-from-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107391854607462452</id><published>2004-01-12T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:13:44.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My last semester! It feels soo good to say that..... But the stress starts now.... I have to study for my licensure exam, look for a job and pray that I get all my internship hours in and that I get a good job....hmmm..... Its going to be fun!It feels like just yesterday when I started my practicum. Pankaj, Disha and I were talking and I told them that my oppurtunity to use my skills had arrived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107391854607462452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107391854607462452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107391854607462452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107391854607462452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-last-semester-it-feels-soo-good-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107342556990763212</id><published>2004-01-07T03:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-01-07T03:17:22.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have not been able to access my blog page and so I did not post anything. 2004 is here.Everyone has been sending New Years cards wishing everyone a prosperous New Year and hoping that the New Year will be better than the last. I have been introspective, retrospective and nostalgic. Someone asked me on June 14th, 2003 if I regretted anything and if there was anything I would change. I said no, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107342556990763212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107342556990763212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107342556990763212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107342556990763212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-not-been-able-to-access-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107257169549008003</id><published>2003-12-28T06:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-28T06:05:57.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been making turkey cutlets which have now been renamed turkey putties. Everytime I hear putties it makes me think of a malayalam word meaning dog. Anyway it came out quite well. So it has become an anytime snack and meal.I also made a Thai Coconut Shrimp Curry, which turned out fabulously. But then anything with coconut milk tastes quite good. My uncle always told me to make sure that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107257169549008003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107257169549008003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107257169549008003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107257169549008003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-been-making-turkey-cutlets.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107220518551825869</id><published>2003-12-24T00:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:17:23.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I keep saying there is a first time for everything. Well yesterday for the first time I drove my car down to State College PA. I have never taken my Humbug on such a long journey before but she survived. I thought it would be a pain because I would have to change gears often. FOrtunately that was not a problem. Once I got on the freeway I stayed in fifth gear. The pain is sitting next to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107220518551825869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107220518551825869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107220518551825869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107220518551825869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-keep-saying-there-is-first-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107179584629320139</id><published>2003-12-19T06:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-19T06:35:00.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am staying at Sajit and CHitra's house for two weeks. I am having a good time. For one thing it is a big house and I have it all to myself. The second thing is that I have a bathtub to myself. I love bubble baths. This bathtub has one of those whirlpool gadgets. You press a little button and the water startsbubbling. Its awesooome!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107179584629320139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107179584629320139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107179584629320139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107179584629320139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-staying-at-sajit-and-chitras.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107169063809388197</id><published>2003-12-18T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-18T01:21:30.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised something recently about myself. When I want something I have an idea in my mind about what it should be like. If I come across something that resembles the thing I want I'm stuck on that. Maybe its a mindset. For example when I bought my car I knew I needed something that could take me from point A to point B, something that would be economical and if it was going to be American it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107169063809388197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107169063809388197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107169063809388197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107169063809388197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-realised-something-recently-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107124496921910150</id><published>2003-12-12T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-12T21:35:16.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to celebrate Christmas twice this year. Once this weekend and the second time on the 25th of December. I am lloking forward to this. Not many people get to celebrate twice. Well..... unless you are one of the British Royals. Then you get to celebrate everything twice. You have a public birthday and a private birthday, a public christmas and a private christmas, a public funeral and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107124496921910150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107124496921910150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107124496921910150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107124496921910150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-going-to-celebrate-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107117365891445326</id><published>2003-12-12T01:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:45:05.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished my last final exam ever in this university. What a feeling! One more semester and two licensure exams to go. Sounds good! What is even better is that I don't have to take extra classes next semester. Apparently there is something called reduced course load which students can make use of in their last semester and have finished all their required courses. THis stipulates that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107117365891445326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107117365891445326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107117365891445326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107117365891445326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-finished-my-last-final-exam-ever-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-107098487395947927</id><published>2003-12-09T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-12-09T21:18:38.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently Timber Tops has become a very popular place among the Indian community of Akron. Quite a few people are migrating there.I guess that is going to become the new desi village. Hahahahahahahahaha! Thats a funny thought!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/107098487395947927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=107098487395947927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107098487395947927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/107098487395947927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/12/apparently-timber-tops-has-become-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-106985880299983399</id><published>2003-11-26T20:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-26T20:30:34.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny names:Christine B DullJason D Cline</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/106985880299983399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=106985880299983399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106985880299983399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106985880299983399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/11/funny-names-christine-b-dull-jason-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-106985875813069899</id><published>2003-11-26T20:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-26T20:29:49.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Eid, so my roommate's aunt and uncle insisted that I join them for dinner. They have a huge house in Cleveland which Asfiya is always raving about so it was good to finally see it. However getting there was quite an adventure. Asfiya did not know that there was a way to find directions to a place online. I did not realise that she did not know the way. Anyway we take the exit and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/106985875813069899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=106985875813069899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106985875813069899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106985875813069899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/11/yesterday-was-eid-so-my-roommates-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-106977344526433368</id><published>2003-11-25T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-25T20:47:55.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We put my dog to sleep last week. It was very difficult for me. I knew my parents were thinking about doing it for sometime but I did not know when. When I spoke to my dad on the 20th he said that they would see how he was doing for a week and then decide what they were going to do. I guess Rusty could not wait that long. He had trouble breathing that night. My father stayed up with him all night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/106977344526433368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=106977344526433368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106977344526433368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106977344526433368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/11/we-put-my-dog-to-sleep-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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-5454959.post-106942746153459446</id><published>2003-11-21T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:43:01.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                     IN MEMORY OF                                                               Rusty Paulose Thomas                                                            (Golden Labrador Retriever)                                                       a.k.a. Doormat, Muttonhead, Food Fiend                                                       Died on: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/feeds/106942746153459446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5454959&amp;postID=106942746153459446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106942746153459446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5454959/posts/default/106942746153459446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athomas.blogspot.com/2003/11/in-memory-of-rusty-paulose-thomas.html' title=''/><author><name>Arati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991684919550352510</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></feed>
